Home To Roost

So deep in love were we that day;

we made up minds and moved away

from lives we could no longer live:

apart, from those who’d not forgive.

A son, for one, with spite and scorn,

who’d cursed the day that I was born,

like Oedipus of Grecian fame;

he laid upon me all the blame.

Both rivals  for his mother’s love,

(that goddess from the realms above)

who Fate forever did entwine

with me, her heart. For she was mine!

My offspring and my mother too

demanded: “what is wrong with you?”

“What siren spell sent you insane?”

I answered with one word: “Lorraine.”

But they did fail to feel the force

and not until I did divorce

the creature that had spat them out

did sons of mine all cease to shout.

Then to our love nest on the hill

we welcomed those with no ill-will.

Supporters of Romance Regime:

a tried and tested true love team!

Consisting of my daughters, two.

and friends, who when the storm was through,

were there, as we walked down the aisle,

to see and share with us our smile.

So deep in love were we that day,

Since ’72 had been that way.

Those years apart, they’d stole like brutes,

did bear, for them, some bitter fruits!

Our ‘selfish’ love they said had hurt,

torn them apart like shredded shirt;

we say, of pain, that we produced:

"Your Chickens Have Come Home to Roost!"