Sorry
I stand before my mother, bathed and smelling sweet
But she doesn't see me, might as well be meat
Must I kneel before her, clasp my hands and pray
Tell me what to do, tell me what to say
Mommy didn't want this little boy
I can't help what can I say?
If I could I would, but
I just happen to be your boy today
Father can't you see me, I'm standing right here
Can't you hear me crying, can't you smell my fear
Don't you walk away, don't turn your back on me
Why can't you love me, just love me for me
Daddy didn't want a little boy
I'll have balls, I'll hate them
I can't take them away, but
I can be your boy, be your boy today
God Bless Mommy and Daddy
Jim 1951
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A deeply moving, tender poem; very good.