Mother
I looked at her,she frowned.
"Son, four decades ago
you made a choice.
Your dad disagreed,
but said that she was nice.
We had misgivings but knew,
we weren't walking in your shoes.
We let it be.
It was your choice. "
I stared at her,
she smiled.
"A year later you called,
'I've a daughter!'you yelled.
We shared your happiness.
Your dad shed tears of joy too.
You chose well son.
Now, let me rest."
Gently, I wiped my tears
from her ageing photograph.
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