Lesbian Poetry

My Little David

The fortune teller read my cards, "Expect a 2nd child, it's on the way."
And I of course believed her not, "Impossible, for me," I'd said.

I told her that I was alone; did she foresee a mate for me?
Embarrassed her a bit I think, and asked her, was a woman seen?

Not one month later "She" appeared, though not the way I'd have preferred,
With honesty I'd filled my years, then sacrificed it all for her.

She was married to a man, but clearly, she was no one's wife,
I prayed that she would free herself, live her heart at any price.

I held my breath and made my claim, just then, the teller's card appeared.
The long awaited adoption...baby arriving soon, the phonecall revealed.

I knew it was over for us right then, her motherhood not to be denied.
For I'd had my baby years before, and treasured each memory inside.

She quickly planned to meet her child, I helped prepare, like a good friend.
I can't fault her for seducing me there, my mind did the choosing; and love brought along care.

And then the sweetest child appeared, so innocent, just nine days here.
With hair and sparkling eyes of brown, and a raging cry that filled her nights.

She called me on the phone each night, and cried along, beside herself.
Her mother, not much help to her, she asked me would I stay the night.

I'd always known she wasn't well, from lupus and "bad nerves" that drained her.
So slowly I grew this jagged scar, from the tiny edge of pain, where all truth had died in vain.

So I stayed and held the child, stopped his crying through the nights.
Thinking, I'm a fool to stay, OF COURSE I should run to save my life.

But those little brown eyes looked up at me, and in just a few weeks,
I could clearly see, how he'd grasped the heart inside of me.

Those six years we shared our lives, living in the strangest family tree.
I can't bear remembering thru guilt and pain.
Who knows how strong his heart will grow to be, never having shared a last good-bye to me.