Product of Affection

A pleasant angel

And a lovely tease

Grew up as friends together.

Pulling on, into adventure,

With dirty, scabbed knees,

They press forth.

"Why do they stay

At each other's side?"

these women do wonder

As one is compared to thunder

And the other, cast aside,

Is far from lightening.

They weren't born, not yet,

When the story began

So many years ago.

In the dark moon's glow,

An affair in the night.

A slip of a word,

She now understands

The girl's fathers are the same man.