His young eyes
reminded me of my youth
he told me stories
of his glories.
There was the little league trophies
the awards from the sixth grade
the diploma from high school
and an A in college English.
He was cute.
Real cute.
But you don't bring his type to mom
and you don't even think about dad.
He had no money,
he wasn't a role model dad.
He was a baby
my baby.
The dreams were all in my head.
Another memory
better off I forget.
Nicholl McGuire
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