When I came into this world,
You both were so proud.
I was a cuddly bundle of joy
Looking forward to a life
Of doing fun things with you two.
But you were dealt a cruel blow
Suddenly finding yourself by yourself
With the task of raising me.
But I admire so much
How you thrived in being challenged,
How you sought no outside help.
Instead, drawing from within
To nurture me into who I am today.
I hope that you are still proud of me.

Copyright by James Boone

Why have the words between us
Been so few for several years?
You haven't agreed with my life choices.
But as I sit here – close to tears,
I want to reach out to you, Mom and Dad --
May these words tenderize your hearts
So that walls will no longer impede us.
And as you read this, the healing starts.
I've seen too many parents grieving
The loss of those they used to hold.
I guess something stirred within me.
I'm a little afraid – the truth be told --
Afraid that I'll run out of chances
To narrow the gulf between us three.
I want to better understand you
Like you've longed to understand me.
I've never meant to cause you pain.
I know you love me – without a doubt.
Let's try to meet at some middle ground --
Mom, Dad, I'm reaching out.

Copyright by James Boone

I have constantly chased my career,
Leaving those to me, who are very dear
Feeling so totally neglected
And emotionally disconnected.

While trying to be a provider,
I've felt more like an outsider.
Working late hours, eating alone,
Only hearing voices over the phone.

I didn't intend for this to be
But I got caught up in the 'world of me'.
But how would I live and carry on
If suddenly, the ones I love were gone?

Games and practices, I've missed my share.
The kids would only see you there.
I can't imagine what they're thinking
As my role in their lives is shrinking.

So, I'd like to make a brand new start,
Vowing to play a more active part,
In the lives of those I hold so near.
For I cherish them more than my career.

Copyright by James Boone