How We Stand

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... Terry WWW.WhiteLionPoetry.com