Divorce

The Divorce

I once had a husband,
We were wed 20 years.
Then came divorce,
Heartache and tears.

He hung out at bars
With his buddies for fun.
But he wanted custody
Of our only son.

The boy was thirteen,
When he had to choose,
Which parent to live with,
And which one he'd lose.

He said, 'Dad, I love you,
But mom needs me more'.
There were tears in his eyes,
As he walked out the door.

The years went by quickly.
Then he said, 'Mom, I'm gay'.
I gave him a hug,
And I said, 'That's OK'.

But his father spoke words
As sharp as a knife.
'You're no longer my son,'
Get out of my life.'

Many years have passed,
I am now old and gray.
My son is still with me;
He's a comfort each day.

This story is true,
I wish I could change it.
But life isn't fair,
And I can't rearrange it.