By renee
Date: 23 May 2000
The Other Woman
Her auburn hair and quite a smug grin…
here we go again.
Leathery tongue lashes out
but with care so as not
to seem brash.
She’s known you longer
and better she would have me
believe.
She knew your father,
I never will.
She uses these against me
and I have no retort.
Your head volleys as a spectator
at a tennis match -
me to her
her to me
and I wonder if your heart
follows suit.
I, the new woman,
she, the old.
Apparently she feels there
is no room for us both.
Unwittingly,
I place you where you
must choose…
a side,
a loyalty,
a greater love
because I won’t compete
with your mother.
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