This is the gift I will bring him today.
It’s unwrapped, in pieces and ready for
The inspection that’s required at the gate
Before I’m allowed to pass through the door
To set eyes on my own and ask how
He’s grown so much in the time he’s been gone.
Silently mourning the life he lives now
Secretly raging that this is my son.
I have gifts for this boy left ungiven
Held back for the good of his own and mine
Someday to be shared without condition
When I won’t be a fool for being kind.
I once thought the gift of love was enough
No more since this kid of mine’s made me tough.
Conduct Disorder, Adolescent-onset type
With Lack of Remorse or Guilt