Meeting the Parents
We do our best with what we've got.
Hello,
Well, I know you don’t know me
But believe me, I know you
See, I’ve grown to love the man
your little boy grew into
If only you could see him now
I know you'd be so proud
He looks just like you
But I guess that much you knew...
But you should see him when he smiles
When he stands up straight with pride
When he dances he has no rhythm
But there's strength in every stride
He knows how to treat a lady
There’s so much kindness in his heart
He’s humble, honest, and I promise
I've loved him from the start
I love him something awful, sir
More than any woman should
But you're little boy won’t have me.
‘Cause he's afraid he never could
If you could see me now you'd wonder
Why's this girl crying on my grave?
Asking why I left so early
When all I wanted was to stay?
It's ‘cause I know how much he needs you
And all the love you could’ve gave
You always saw right through him
You always knew just what to say
I know I never knew you
But, God, I wish you were here today
Now I'm left to watch the rain
Come down on every sunny day.
Well, I'm sorry to disturb you
I guess there's not much else to say.
It's just time for me to leave.
It’s just time for me to pray.
So goodbye, Sir
It was a pleasure to meet you
Much love from me to you,
and much love from your boy, too.
yes, from your boy, too
About the Creator
Lucia B.
Poet
Novelist
Linguist & Aspiring Polyglot
Bibliophile


Comments (1)
You really bring the unexpected to your poetry, it’s completely unique. 🤍✨👌