Little boy born on the 28th
His father couldn’t hate.
His mother raised him thinking he was straight.
His name was Tom
And oh, how he loved his mom.
In 8th grade he liked a boy in school,
But kids can be so cruel.
They swiftly became friends.
He would be there for him until the very end.
In high school they dated.
But everyone hated.
Well Tom ran home and grabbed a knife.
He told himself he would end his life.
But the boy who loved him so,
Refused to let him go.
That night he held Tom so tight.
He said, “Babe, don’t end your life.”
“You mean too much to me.
Please just try to see.”
Tom said he’d tell his mother.
If she loved him so this wouldn’t bother her.
They sat her down and tried to explain.
She would never see her son again.
After a year they told his Dad.
And to him it wasn’t that bad.
“Son, I don’t quite understand,
But I’ll be here to hold your hand.”
The years went by and there love grew.
And Tom knew
It was time to take his hand.
He said yes and it was grand.
Society was wrong.
Their love is just as strong.
