Grown

You often ask me why it is that I care. You've made it clear, you don't, I'm quite aware. We grew up different, but also the same. Our dads are the ones who take the blame. I know my feelings can't stay locked up inside. You act as though crying is something to hide. We both have good moms who do what they can. Yet, they won't always be here to hold our hands. We have a beautiful daughter, and a son on the way. It's time for more work and not so much play. I want our parents to know that we can do this alone. To see that we are good parents and we are grown.