Never good enough for their precious boy
I smoked, wore trousers,
drank the occasional half of shandy
against their teetotal rules.
The wrong religion, I was obliged to change.
For twenty years of marriage the underdog
not good enough a mother
for their precious grandchildren.
After the divorce a letter of apology came.
All my resentment evaporated too late
for the friendship that could have saved the day.