Irony

About this poem

My lady friend got pregnant by her boyfriend. The boyfriend claimed he was sterile and therefore cannot be the father. Because the lady and I were close friends, he accused me of fathering the child. He had a blood test done to prove I was the father. Blood test confirmed he was the father. A few months later a beautiful little girl was born. The man who fathered her left town. I ended up building a life with my lady friend raising the child as my own. Ironically, now she is mine. I wrote this poem when she was six months old. She is 28 now. more »