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MOM AND DAD
If I had an important question when I was a growing lad
I’d go to Mom who’d wave me off and say, “Go ask your dad.”
To Dad I’d run so curious with one question or another
But Dad couldn’t seem to find the time, he’d say, “Go ask your mother.”
So growing up we didn’t talk, the time was never right
And Mom and Dad, they never knew, how much I cried at night.
As time went by I learned to hide my feeling with a mask.
Decreasing my curiosity and my ability to ask.
Dad asked one day, “What’s wrong my boy? As a son you’re like no other.”
“Dad,” I said, “the answer’s simple. Why don’t you go ask Mother.”
Mom was next, she was upset and asked me, “How did you get so bad?”
My response gleaned from my memory was, “Mom, just go ask Dad.”
They’re gone now, both my mom and dad...no more for me to see
I only wish they would have found the time to answer me.
I hope all the parents out there read this and are afraid
And I hope they never make the same mistakes my parents made.
