Several Days a Week

I see you several days a week

Those days you can hitch a ride

I wish I could just squeeze you

And say everything will be alright

But alas if I attempted such a feat 

For one, it’d make you mad

And also I’d be lying

Because I really don’t know what lies ahead

Life’s unfair, I hope you know

You don’t deserve this fate

I want you to see you can have a future

But what if it’s too late?

The woman who birthed you is not a mom

Of that you should be aware

I don’t know why she chooses him over you

But it’s so horribly unfair

There’s more to life than hospitals and school

One day, I hope you’ll see 

All kinds of opportunities await you

And you can be whatever you want to be

But to reach that point, I’m sorry to say

You must first survive this mess

And the meltdowns and the anger

Are challenging your path to success 

So here’s my prayer for you, my boy

As you travel through this life

I have such high hopes for you

Despite your path of strife

Stay strong, be a friend, and act like a sponge

Take in all we have to teach

We’re not here to fight with you 

We want to see how far you can reach

You love to draw and you’re good at it, too

Did you know people pay for that?

I could see you as an artist, a builder 

You are made for such a craft

For now, though, you’re ten

And your job is to be a kid

You may not think much of me

But every day I hope for you