A GRAVESIDES FILLED WITH MIXED EMOTION

I stand at your graveside one last time,
You never really were just mine,
We had a child together once,
But infidelity and wine made you seek a sweater flower.
She was prettier than me, less years on the clock,
No scares, no marks she was what you craved
I was sore and cut no use what you said,
You took her back to our material bed
I never did hate you I don't know why
Some girls would wish you would really just die.
That's not me for what sense that makes
I lay these flowers on your cold cold grave
I shan't come again its not to be.
I'm sure your family will keep it clean
Your son may come that's his own choice
He never heard a bad word of you from his mothers voice
Its quite strange now talking to you hear,
No reply back to me your just so silent
A gravesides filled with mixed emotions