He put his arms around her shoulder, and with a voice that sounded older, he said,
Mom, I got something on my mind I don't want to bother you, but I sure need
to talk to you if you can only spare the time And Mom, I hope you understand how much I
love and need you, and I don't want you to take this the wrong way
But don't you think I'm old enough and big enough and strong enough to play the games
that Daddy's played My friend Billy Parker's dad came by today
to see me and he wondered if I'd like to go With him and Billy on a hike and maybe camp
out overnight the way I've seen him do in picture shows
And there's one thing I'd like to do, and maybe if I ask him to, he'd sit and talk with
me man to man We'd only be gone overnight and I could find
out what it's like to play the games that Daddy's played
She quickly turned to hide the tears from her son of seven years, he didn't know she'd
read between the lines He'd never really known his dad, and although
he'd never asked, she knew exactly what was on his mind
She searched her mind in desperation, six long years of separation dimmed the words
she knew she had to say I hope you're never big enough or old enough
to play the games that Daddy's played I know you need and want his love, but son,
you're the victim of another kind of game that Daddy's played