Silent Boy Poem by D.N. Rebb

The boy was born on a summer Monday mornin'
The birth was quick, had little forewarning
A small gifted bundle left by Anderson's stork
Then mom stayed home and daddy went to work

He grew up fast, was runnin' before even walkin'
At the age of three though, he was still hardly talkin'
Wife, there's somethin' really wrong with that boy
Your maternal love I refuse to collectively enjoy

So mama raised the boy gently all on her own
Time for school, to the ripe age o' five he'd grown
Teacher told her that there was something deprived
So she home schooled, and watched him then thrive

The boy grew into a real handsome young teen
With his blond curls attracting all the unforeseen
Though, blindly unaware of our mean harsh world
At his silence, venomous words they brutally hurled

Now a young man, with a steady job of his own
As the best worker the supervisor's ever known
Mama's now in a wheelchair, her permanent throne
She knows the time will soon come for him to be alone

At the funeral, he gently lays a rose upon her box
Here lies the person who believed in him so much
In the distance, by the tree, he is just shocked
Stood the man whom he had been out of touch

His daddy doesn't wave, his daddy doesn't smile
Just turns around and heads back up the muddy trail
As the son now realizes he's no longer his child
And is aware it's not bitter regrets he compiled