I remember being small The adults were in charge They knew what they were doing
If something made me sad It was going to be okay If I was mad I got told to calm down
I was stubborn I fought I resisted But I listened
It took becoming a parent To understand You don't know what the ******* are doing either Even though you might know a little bit more
The worst day of my life back then Was if my bike tire was flat Or my videogame wouldn't work If I didn't get my way, I would selfishly act like a ****
Being a child and innocent Slipped out of our fingers At a speed we couldn't stop Never seeing the picture for how big it really was
My first role in being an adult Was having my first dog And taking it for walks
You have to take a **** at 2AM? Sure, why not? I will take you out Because you are my friend
The love I felt for this dog, and friend Was put to the test When it was hit by a cab My choice to euthanize My friend, her end
I joined the army Only a year or so after And became a father somewhere in the mix
I've always treated my son Like a future man Not telling him what he can't But what he can
I understand the pain of being a parent now But I accept this blessing as something true I wouldn't trade it for the world Would you?
I watch him undress, Chocolate skin, hairy chest, But where are the six packers?
He read my thoughts, and whispered softly in my ear Sixth sense, six packs, six degrees of separation, My evil third eyes, blinks with no hesitation when I look at you.
My days, nervous glances Worrying for her, endlessly She does not smile at his name Now, she cringes at the sound Each delicious syllable a knife A paper cut
Words pass her quietly She covers her ears, Concentrating only on dissecting Every opportunity she had To not ***** up Every opportunity missed
I watch her, anxious Hands shaking, grasping Head hitting pillow, Mind wandering back to him