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Array ( [sid] => 185762 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => ABSENT [time] => 2019-01-10 22:02:53 [hometext] => We all survive our parents. They learn on their children. [bodytext] => I knew that they were joking when my parenting was praised. I can’t take credit for a son I wasn’t there to raise.
I’ll swear for those who doubt me; So Your Honor understands, this boy grew up without me. Hes a 13-year old man.

His mother was a TV. His role models were friends. The only times I saw him were nights and some week-ends.
I put him out to pasture; I knew he’d learn in school. How to be a grown up; how to follow rules.

I made up for my absence; I gave him everything. Technology and parties, new clothes, and chauffering.
I gave him lots of money; All I could afford. He never worked, its funny; He had no time for chores.

I saved up for tuition; To send him off to school. But somewhere he transitioned; He wanted to be cool.
I never thought he’d be in jail. Or spending his tuition, for a lawyer-- someone who has much more time to listen!

My boy became a man alone; And I am much too late. I wasnt there; I couldn’t be; I thought that it could wait.
But a child is not a grown up; and we cannot pretend that children only need us to be chauffers, banks, and friends. [comments] => 4 [counter] => 102 [topic] => 21 [informant] => softerware [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )

ABSENT

Contributed by softerware on Thursday, 10th January 2019 @ 10:02:53 PM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems

I knew that they were joking when my parenting was praised. I can’t take credit for a son I wasn’t there to raise.
I’ll swear for those who doubt me; So Your Honor understands, this boy grew up without me. Hes a 13-year old man.

His mother was a TV. His role models were friends. The only times I saw him were nights and some week-ends.
I put him out to pasture; I knew he’d learn in school. How to be a grown up; how to follow rules.

I made up for my absence; I gave him everything. Technology and parties, new clothes, and chauffering.
I gave him lots of money; All I could afford. He never worked, its funny; He had no time for chores.

I saved up for tuition; To send him off to school. But somewhere he transitioned; He wanted to be cool.
I never thought he’d be in jail. Or spending his tuition, for a lawyer-- someone who has much more time to listen!

My boy became a man alone; And I am much too late. I wasnt there; I couldn’t be; I thought that it could wait.
But a child is not a grown up; and we cannot pretend that children only need us to be chauffers, banks, and friends.

Copyright Â© softerware ... [ 2019-01-10 22:02:53]
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Re: ABSENT (User Rating: 1 )
by ingeniusidiot on Friday, 11th January 2019 @ 12:54:31 PM AEST
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WOW!
This sounds so very familiar.
Im guilty of this and I hope that Im not too late.
I hope my children understand that everything
that I have done has been out of love for them.
On top of everything I hope and pray for their futures and that they learn from my mistakes.
Thank you for this. I needed it

Rich

Re: ABSENT (User Rating: 1 )
by JamesStockdale on Friday, 11th January 2019 @ 04:24:52 PM AEST
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This is an epidemic these days.
Time goes by so very fast that we often forget what really is important in life. What a sobering write!

Re: ABSENT (User Rating: 1 )
by Invierno on Friday, 11th January 2019 @ 08:55:09 PM AEST
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get out of my head! Precise, poignant, stirring and painful.

Thanks for the stir; I need this.

Mike

Re: ABSENT (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Sunday, 13th January 2019 @ 07:41:12 AM AEST
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I was this sad absent minded fellow,
my children did what they did, when I
was a kid growing up poor I had to do
all that I could do to just stay afloat,
my childhood was not theirs, no matter how
much I pretended, yet they studied hard
on their own. When I showed up at their schools
all the other parents would ask, how do you get them
to study so hard.
still I did love them, really love them, really hard,
so hard that I am sure they will never know how much.
I wish them well, and I hope they do better, than I.
this is all I ever was, which was not ever much,
but at least I did try.
But I know, it ain/'/t easy SW. I know that.
good piece!

Peace!

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