A Baby with Another Man's Face

A Baby With Another Man's Face

Recollections-yes, young lady,
you carry the name of my family tree.
There were secrets hidden from the system:
my family friends, and me.

Little child, sweet and tender
It's not your fault at all.
While your daddy was away fighting a war
Mama, was at home having a ball.

Everyone else in the neighborhood saw
what your daddy didn't see,
'cause, love and marriage was like a stage play,
every act well rehearsed to a "t".

So, when the truth finally surfaced
There was a lot of anger-For awhile,
that sweet little baby with the pretty brown eyes
was not your daddy's child.

Mama played a terrible game for years
And Daddy lived displaced.
Still, he has memories of the pretty little baby,
that pretty little baby with another man's face.

By Taz

Copyright 2002
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