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| The Friend I Never Made © Copyright George Papavgeris, December 2000 Personal - and true - but a generic lesson for parents all the same There is a friend I never made Too bad for me that it's my son. I was too busy being grown up He was too busy being young. I was too busy being busy And my relief, what I could find, Being with other busy people Complaining at the lack of time. When he first talked, I didn't hear it; When he first walked, I wasn't there. He went to school - I didn't take him; I didn't comb his tussled hair. When he was hurt, it was his mother That cared for him, talked him to sleep; When he did well, I didn't praise him; My pride and love I hid too deep. I always seemed to be too tired, Too busy or somehow not there. When we did talk, I gave advice "For his own good, because I care"! Could he detect parental worry Behind all those well meaning words? Surely he knows how much I love him. Surely he knows how much it hurts each time I look at his old pictures or find a note he left behind; Each time I hear a tune he loved well, Behind the tune his face I find. I'll send him this; and when he reads it, He'll know I've been his biggest fan. But it's too late; I've lost the youngster; He's been replaced now - by a man. |
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