The lost boy

His name….Jordan
I knew exactly who he was
Another ‘lost boy’, intent to corrupt my son
I inquire
And learn
They’ve been friends about 6 months
My son shares more…
Jordan is on probation
For possession of prescription drugs that were not his
Mentally…I’ve just labeled him
Inform my son to avoid contact
For the most part, he adheres
Hanging out only on rare occasions
‘The lost boy’ is doing better now, he informs me
More details to ‘lost boys’ story…
Picked on by the cops
First offense
Wants to stay on the right path
I listen
But motherly instinct kicks in
I decide this boy is not welcome in “my” home
(in retrospect, this is “our”home….sigh)
A few more weeks pass
I see ‘the lost boy’ out
Other times longboarding
He’s short
Dark brown hair
Too long
Wearing a baseball cap, skate rat kind
His hair feathering to the right a failed attempt at concealing his eyes
What they are hiding?
I don’t care to know
And empty
I refuse to look directly into them
Not that his would ever make an effort to meet mine
His face
Overgrown with acne
He is not my problem

A single parent

I have enough of my own
The ‘lost  boy’ appears out of nowhere at our home, requesting a reminder be issued to my songraduation ceremony
My son comes home from work early, announcing he’s off to graduation for some friends
“Jordan was here.” I announce it as it instantly falls flat to the ground with my disgust
My son responds….
“Mom, he lives with his grandparents, okay? And he doesn’t have a mom or dad, they’re gone, or they don’t care or something, I don’t know. He lives way clear across town and doesn’t have a car. So he probably walked all the way over here because he wanted someone to go to his ceremony today. I don’t think his grandma and grandpa are even giving him a party, even if they would he wouldn’t have anyone there. I told you, he doesn’t have any friends. He’s really shy, but he is a good kid. Sometimes I think he might be taking pills or something, but I don’t ask him. I just tell him to try and be a good kid; he knows he’ll go to jail if he messes up again. And he’s really afraid of going to jail mom, he told me. You always tell me not to judge. He doesn’t have a nice house, or a nice family or nice anything. So I’m gonna go and watch him graduate. That’s all.”

With that, my son leaves

and I am left alone…..

Feeling lost

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The Perfect Unopened Present

There it sits

On the shelf in the back of your mind

So perfectly wrapped in every way

How the paper around it sparkles

Constantly giving off the most comforting glow

Many times you have taken it down…

Only to remind yourself that you must put it back

And each and every time, you place it back in its perfect spot

Tucked safely away


To all the world except you

On special occasions

When you are all alone

You try to imagine what the contents may be

And each time you dare to even touch it…

You are off on another magical adventure

What could possibly be inside??

Your mind interrupts you

And gently reels you back in…

This one is to remain untouched

A mystery for all of time

And this makes you smile

The simple thought

That you will have it forever

If only you dare to visit that shelf in your mind

It waits to take you away every time….

The perfect Unopened Present

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