I Had a Father Who Loved Two Women

I had a father who loved two women: one so faithful and sincere, the other spell maker and always showed a defying grin. no, nobody in that god-fearing town liked her! And mom, the devoted one, hated her and hid her pain, she bore him four pretty daughters and a handsome son who picked beautiful cyclamens and dazzling roses, and gave them to her with thrilling and smiling eyes! I had a farther who loved two women, his restless life had to be shared without compromise, and the one who suffered was mom feeling the disgrace; isn't betrayal a cruel and despicable sin? Sweetest mother with lips that spoke gently, and when they kissed me I tested honey... spreading her tenderness beyond an earthly gladness; most devoted mother, are you singing with all angels? I had a father who loved two women, one had nothing, the other had everything; should an abused wife go on without crying? Tears will roll down and resemble a fountain! Mothers, unlikely fathers, are much closer to us and their words linger on the waft of the warmest breath; listen to them and you'll go far in life to achieve dreams: their whisper is the gentlest breeze sent to earth! I had a father who loved two women, he ran out of the semi dark and silent house on starlit nights, did he worry about his wife and children? What does a guiltless cheater gain to pursue selfish desires? If anytime bitterness cringes inside, tun to your beloved; there's no better friend than a mother who feels loved, but gives comfort to stop the grief built inside a lost soul: restoring faith with her wisdom to keep loss of control!