First Job
Your son's first job
and you fight the urge
to go wait late at night
in the parking lot,
so that he doesn't have
to walk the few blocks home,
so dangerous for a young man,
but you must,
for making it home safely,
is also part of the first job,
and waiting up,
for the casual hello
is also part.
Copyright © Ahellas Alixopulos | Year Posted 2007
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