My Sons

Nay, You are not uncouth; There is something I never taught you: When my mother told me to play tennis at school, And advised me to swim at school, When she networked me with the best of her people; And she hid my shame, or indeed I was profligate. When my steptather bought Me a marble stone chess set, I had done well at school; I was motivated by materials. When I fled the good in your mother, After listening to the whispers Of the evil one; Indeed, I left you exposed; But your mother hid my shame; Never taught you to disrespect me; It is a tall order, now that I am back, I am not heavy handed, time is all that it takes; I love it when we sit in the club, Play a game of snooker or two; You are now like my brothers, Standing shoulder to shoulder with me; It is all I ever wanted; Tears in my eyes!