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ABSENT
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.
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