by Leona (Heathisforme)
They wanted him to wear them
Those boots of his father’s.
He tried them on
And everyone cheered when they fit.
He was confused, and annoyed
But he would do anything
For his step mother
Even wearing those blasted boots.
They were honoring him
That husband of hers
With a statue
Honoring his duty to the valley.
She talked to him that day
Both of them in tears
That husband hurt
Three people when he lost his way.
She needed answers
So she forgot about the statue
and all it meant
He meant more to her than the glory.
I am your husband’s bastard son
The others were confused
knowing the honor was great
missed their mother
When she didn’t show up for her husband’s honor.
To the past she went
Searching for answers
and not having any
She was very frightened
She rode to his past
Only comfort she had
Was the love
She shared with him and his son
Her curiosity guiding her
In finding the truth
And what she found
Was the love he had for her and his lover.
She found the truth at last
in a letter the friend had found
Telling the truth
Acknowledging the fact
He was her husband’s bastard son
His relatives mean to the core
Wanting fortune
Demanding money and her life
And getting nothing from either.
He took her home in the buggy
Explaining his feelings,
Hoping that understanding
Would be soon in coming to them.
A shot rang out
They jumped from the buggy
And he shot
Killing the sniper dead.
He helped her back in the buggy
She pulled out the letter
She read a part
And understood its depth.
I am your husband’s bastard son!
They stood in front of the statue
Admiring it from the ground
Understanding at last
What honor and dignity it meant to them.
He wore those boots
For his step mother he would do anything
Putting aside his anger
Accepting what it was, honor for the man that was.
I am your husband’s bastard son!
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