DECEPTION
Gary D. Jackson
Lacking any resemblance to a home,
I spent much time at a friend's.
Listening, delighted, to his mother's jokes.
Helping to clean, do dishes, mow the lawn,
Work the garden. Always polite, helpful,
Attentive, so grateful for a family,
Unlike the child of the house.
So well-liked, that I was invited
Over, when he want away to school.
When I closed their back door
With my very own key, I knew
That I had stolen her from him.
I was the successful visitor,
Wanting a mother more than a friend.
