‘I must get back to the men, ' my mother announces,
Then slyly meets my eye, as I choose, this time,
To avoid my usual reply. ‘I know what you're thinking! '
She's triumphant. ‘That there's only one of them! But
You're wrong, you know! ' My mother is having an affair.
She's cheating on my father with another man, who lives
With them, looks like his twin, and even shares his name.
‘I think they must be cousins, ' she explains, defiantly.
Before going to bed with my father, she slips next door,
Turns back the spare bed quilt, and leaves her slippers there,
So the other man won't suspect. She has doubled her marriage,
Two-timed adultery. After blameless years of barely moderation,
Let alone excess in anything, she now has a surplus of husbands.
It's as if in creating my father's double, she's conjured up her own
Wicked twin, denied a life ‘til now, when time is running short.
She has gained an extra husband, while the one I had is gone,
Which is fine, but now my elderly mother, with dementia,
Has a more exciting sex life than I do, kicking up her heels
While mine have been dragging. Perhaps it's time, I think,
As I take her home to her lovers, for me to get back to the men.
but it looks like you are no longer on PH. good luck with THAT also. bri :)
four years later. i'm back and am borrowing this gem to be included in my/our June 2017's showcase, a (usually) monthly feature to be found in my PH poem list. let me know if you object to my using it. thanks. for the first time in two + years, i am featuring just poems by (supposedly) females. in July it will be the males' turn. i shall give your book a plug also. i hope dating and etc. has gone well. bri :)
valerie, it took reading your 'poet comment' and a second reading of the poem for me to completely appreciate what took place. thanks for the comment. and thanks for sharing. i'm glad you wrote: while the one I had is gone, Which is fine and i hope it IS fine. it always has been more than fine when i have ended a relationship....well at least the three ended marriages. it was past time i guess; at least that was the opinion of each wife. the book sounds interesting though i shall probably confine most of my reading to my weekly magazine 'the week' and to the murder mysteries i read aloud to my wife as she prepares supper. bri
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I'm STILL lovin' this. ;) bri