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MY OTHER SON
When they met it was love at first sight,
He was her best friend's boyfriend,
Could have been a big fight;
My daughter was 16, he was 19 years old,
He impressed me right off as being very bold.
He was a great dancer and skater, would sing and hum,
Would often sit drowsily sucking on his thumb;
He endeared himself to me in a very short while,
Melted my heart with his beautiful smile.
I used to thrill to the sound of their quiet laughter,
Thought they'd be together forever after;
But sometimes things happen that we can't understand,
Situations have a habit of getting out of hand.
They gradually broke up, went their separate ways,
The whole thing sort of left us all in a daze;
Years have gone by and he's part of us yet,
They have three lovely children he will never forget;
The kids and I talk with him almost every day,
He does his best to support them come what may;
We never can foretell what the future may bring,
But if they'd reunite I'd dance and sing;
I've tried getting them back together
Every way that I possibly could,
It hasn't worked out so far, but yet...
Things have turned out pretty good.
When they met it was love at first sight,
He was her best friend's boyfriend,
Could have been a big fight;
My daughter was 16, he was 19 years old,
He impressed me right off as being very bold.
He was a great dancer and skater, would sing and hum,
Would often sit drowsily sucking on his thumb;
He endeared himself to me in a very short while,
Melted my heart with his beautiful smile.
I used to thrill to the sound of their quiet laughter,
Thought they'd be together forever after;
But sometimes things happen that we can't understand,
Situations have a habit of getting out of hand.
They gradually broke up, went their separate ways,
The whole thing sort of left us all in a daze;
Years have gone by and he's part of us yet,
They have three lovely children he will never forget;
The kids and I talk with him almost every day,
He does his best to support them come what may;
We never can foretell what the future may bring,
But if they'd reunite I'd dance and sing;
I've tried getting them back together
Every way that I possibly could,
It hasn't worked out so far, but yet...
Things have turned out pretty good.
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My Other Son
My Other Son