The baseball glove I never wore
Is kept within this box
With a first place ribbon partly torn
From the medal at the top...
And a letter mom asked me to mail
That had begged you to come home
But I kept it so her fairytale
Would just die if left alone...
As I slowly wiped the tears away
That fell from both her eyes
I'd hush her lips when she would say
She missed you and your lies...
In rebelliousness I'd turn away
As my friends play with their dad
Glancing back at me with such dismay
That I'd want just what they had...
But your absence made the man in me
Eventually grow to fill the space
Of my friend and father absentee
With diplomas in its place...
But the one thing that you cant redound
Just imagine if you can
Is growing up without a man around
So you know just where we stand...