Father not a
Choice was mine I guess mine
I went with the father
Because brother did
Mom in corner
Crying
Hands held pulling her ankles in
I past her by without a look
I was a man now
I picked what my bro did
Didn't even pause by Mom
I was young
But should have stopped
Hugged. Loved

I stood at her door some time after.
Asking to come in forever.
This little frightened kid.
She smiled as she opened the door.
Your welcome here always son
I stepped in with no judgement
Door closed behind
My heart at ease
I love you Mom.
You just changed my life.