You committed adultery
And you felt no guilt or remorse at all,
Your feelings they were never for morality
But, I always believed and trusted you, that I recall.
Your daughters slept in our house when you cheated
While I worked hard to keep a roof over their head,
But, that act of sin you just repeated
As another man took you freely to his bed.
Your daughters someday they will become women
So, I taught them to live life with honesty and pride,
But, you are their role model and the caring mother hen
But, you swore, and smoked, and drank, and lied.
I read the Bible and recited to them the Lord's prayer
On the nights that you went (as you said) to help a friend,
Your daughters watched and listened as you showed me no care
Now my trust in other women, it might not ever mend.
Underneath my roof your daughters and I slept
While in another man's bed you continued your sinful course,
You laughed at woman's virtue while both your daughters wept
Then the very next day, I sued you for divorce.
You hurt me more than what any soul could ever express
Shame and pain and sadness from you was all that I knew,
I still tearfully think about the other men removing your dress
Now you'll feel my pain, when you daughters become you.
Randy L. McClave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem