The Son Inside of Me.

For years I pondered what I could of been, for years that past I hid the son in side of me, A Mama`s boy always, but Daddy little man I never was I never had the chance to be, Never taught to play any kind of ball, though competitive I am, I never looked up to any one, Just down at a picture, a picture of a man who never came around yet I was his son, No one there to say this is how you become a man, this is how you hold a girls hand, know when to take your stand, The son inside of me played alone in the sand. As a child I spoke to no one, you could tell I wasn`t having fun, I never knew the filling or meaning in Father and son, The untold story begun. Shy, short tempered and withdrawn a child who had his mom wondering yet understanding of my becoming, A fatherless boy who held a picture for so long" when will he come and save me" the son in side of me wondering, Today a proud father of a outstanding young man, since birth I was always near by to hold him, to play, to listen and to be Dad, I`ve been hero when he was hurt, a coach when he shot or passed the ball, a mentor when I told him you get up after a fall, I am the father I never had, The son in side of me is my sons best friend, he smiles, he no longer looks to the picture he is to busy.... being my sons Dad .