In-laws aren't always good as you are.*
They're dragged along, the unasked friends of love,
Just outside the universe that two are,
Unsure of where to stay or when to move.
But you have treated me as if your own;
Quietly, you took your rightful place
As parents of us both, and we have known
The pleasure of a mutual embrace.
Our relationship is like an unplanned child:
The fruit of choices made for other ends.
Yet once the strange, unwanted one has smiled,
Love quickly rushes in to make amends.
Unchosen, you are nonetheless my choice.
So may we have a retroactive voice.
*Mothers/Fathers-in-law are not always as you
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon
Audio and Video Music: Maryandra's Waltz. By Jesse Gallagher. Music free to use at YouTube.