"Daddy, Are Those Your Boys?"
She looks up from her toys
to see the basketball game.
"Daddy, are those your boys?"
Your heart begins to go lame.
No more will there be joys
nor hope of glory to obtain.
"No, they're not my boys"
you say as you look down at her small frame.
Watching no longer do you enjoy.
Will these feelings ever sustain?
"Daddy, why aren't those your boys?"
Your emotions begin to drain.
You turn the channel to find a decoy.
She begins calling them by name.
The memories come back that you tried to destroy,
she doesn't know your hurt or pain.
"Daddy no longer coaches any boys."
"That's ok Daddy, I love you just the same."