A poem
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My very first time,
His mind was off, it was like,
In some some far away land
He wasn't even there.
And when I had to go to the store,
He didn't have to see the way people look.
He didn't get the stares!
He wasn't even there.
When I told him,
He promised to love, care and be there.
Though when I had to tell my parents,
He wasn't even there.
And when we got to find out what our child was going be,
I sat there alone, wanting to cry because not just one girl or one boy,
but two, a girl and a boy.
He wasn't even there.
When I set up their rooms and went shopping for clothes,
All the things they would need.
Going from store to store, again with the stares, all alone.
He wasn't even there.
When I called, and said "its time",
He wasn't even there,
To see his little future football star son,
And his little future homecoming queen daughter, for the first time.
He wasn't even there,
To look in to their 17 year told mother and tell her loves her,
The same way he did that night.
That one night, in his mind, he wasn't even there.
But to you it was the whole world.
To you that was your one love, your life, your soul.
It was all you could give to him.
And in return with all the pain, suffering, doubt, broken heart,he gave you the greatest thing in return.
He gave you a part of him too.
Their sitting right in front of you,
With your mother crying with joy on the left,
And daddy hold the most presiouse things in the world to you.
And just for one second you look behind you.....
And for once,
He was there.