I get the looks and comments do come
I get the stares, you know the ones
And yes, some ask questions to me
I welcome them all; don’t let me be
Yes he’s my son, I had him late
I waited till I got a mate
Not a mate I shacked up with and called “my man”
But a man who love and value me
Enough to put a wedding ring on my hand
First came love
Then came marriage
Then a 42 year old
Pushing a baby carriage
I got the looks
And comments did come
But having a baby out of wedlock
No, I’m not the one
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem