Just Didn't Count

Sometimes things count, sometimes things don’t
count, that’s the way this life works sometimes.

There was this time, this time a long time ago
when a little girl called me and said “Dad, I
want to come and live with you”
She was way out in California and I was in
the middle of Colorado and that day is one
I’ll never forget.

I will never be able to explain how happy
I was that day. This was the little girl that I
missed so much and went to sleep thinking
about every night, alone.

She came a few weeks later, her one suitcase
in hand and we went right on over to the new
fancy Apartment I had gotten for us. It
overlooked a small lake and was close to the
best schools in town. She had a great room
and her very own bathroom.

She was a happy little girl that day and little
were we to know that there would be her final
years of grade school, her years of junior Hi
School and her Hi School graduation in front of us.

I became a Mom that day and believe me,
through the years I found out just how difficult
the job of “Mom” could be.

Difficult they were, the moods of a girl, the
worry about where she was, the wonder about
“what can I do to help” times. The times every
Mother has with each of her children and here
I was a Father trying to figure out what was right.

Well today my little girl is a fine Mother to a
wonderful boy and a terrific wife.
Today my little girl lives in a big house of her
own and goes on Cruises as I sit here and just
type the memories of it all.

Maybe it just didn't count.

A few weeks ago was Mother's Day.

I was a Mom too.
Nobody remembered me.
I just read that last line I typed and can't stop laughing.
What did I expect anyone to do?

Say Happy Mother's Day-Bobby?
Say Happy Mother's Day-Dad?

I don't think so!

I'm forgetting about this whole damned story and
waiting until Father's Day.

©Bobby Smith 2004