Never There

I wasn't there most of his life.
I never held him when he cried at night.

I wasn't there when he began to crawl.
I don't remember going to watch him play baseball.

I don't remember boyscouts.
I think i made only one of his campouts.

His mom had to teach him to drive.
He probably wondered sometimes If I was even alive.

I hope he doesn't hate me for all that I missed.
I hope he understands I blame myself for not being there to take care of him and his little sis.

Time went by way to fast.
I took forgranted how long youth really last.

Years have passed, now my son is grown.
He's getting ready to start a family of his own.

I'm so glad his mother raised him to forgive and forget.
That doesn't change how much of my life I regret..