Kiddo

RENEWED by touch of tragic truth,

This child turned into timid youth

Put off his puerile playing

As mother started praying.

RESOLVED, she sought her son some strength:

 “For you, I’ll go to any length.”

She winked, and called him, Kiddo,

This woe-begotten widow.

RESHAPED, as fatherless, by fate

His grief did galvanize, not grate.

His mother, once his treasure;

He swapped for girl and pleasure.

RESTYLED, as lover realigned;

With one, was not the staying kind;

Her dad, when they were over

Spat, “Curse that Casanova!”

REFORMED, by tender tear-stained face

Of girl, he named, his goddess, Grace;

His dad, he knew, if living

Would frown, but be forgiving.

RESIGNED, now he is old and grey

And there is no remaining day

To light his mother’s Kiddo;

His wife will be his widow.