When you look into my eyes,
What do you see?
Did I turn out to be the man,
You wanted me to be?

When you hug me and kiss me,
Are the feelings for real?
Please tell me the truth,
How do you really feel?

Am I a disappointment, 
Or are you proud?
Please tell me the truth, 
You can speak aloud…

She looked into my eyes,
And said little in a low voice…
She explained she was happy,
But it was mine and not her choice…

But I wanted to make you proud Mom,
Why can’t you understand this?
I’ve done so much with my life,
And have taken so many risks…

To be proud is something she said,
That is really not for me to decide,
It’s something you yourself must deal with,
And I know how much you have tried…

Bobemakk@optonline ©2007