Twenty Years and Two Husbands Ago

She sat peacefully in her old rocking chair,
Staring deeply into her son's blue eyes,
Finally opening up a window to her past,
Something of which she constantly disguised.

He was kneeling beside her fragile frame,
One hand of hers in his very own,
Wanting her to know how deeply he loved her,
From each little hair, to every delicate bone.

"You can tell me absolutely anything,
I promise you I'll not be surprised.
Please Mother, do not be afraid,
It's all right for me to see your cries."

She smiled wide and a tear fell from her eye,
Feeling ready for her son to know,
So she worked up the courage, began to speak:
"Twenty years and two husbands ago-

As the revelations escaped her mouth,
A new world to her son was shown;
Something so shocking was finally let loose,
Yet she had no idea that he'd already known.

He knew about the man, that he'd called "Dad"
And how by biological standards it was not to be,
Yet although he knew all along about the truth,
His life was not ruptured; he was usually happy.

"It's okay, Mum," he started, "Don't be afraid,
I've known my whole life what was true,
It was so long ago, it no longer matters,
We've got each other, and I love you."