The Games That Daddies Play

He put his arms around her shoulder, and with a voice that sounded older

He said, "Mom, I've 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 daddies play?

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 'em do in picture shows

And there's one thing I'd like to do, and maybe if I asked him to

He'd sit and talk with me, man-to-man

We'd only be gone overnight and I could find what it's like

To play the games that daddies play"

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 ask

She knew exactly what was on his mind

She searched her mind in desperation, six long years of separation

Dimmed the words she knew he had to say

I hope you're never big enough, or old enough, or bold enough to

To play the games that daddies play

"I know you need and want his love, but son, you're the victim of

Another kind of game that daddies play"