For Mother's Day, I offer this, for those who selflessly gave up children, so that they could have a better life.
She gets in her car, October Friday night,
Home from work, down 31, past Franklin High,
She can see the stadium lights,
She can hear the band.
A thousand crazy high school kids,
Screaming in the stands.
Quarterback and Homecoming Queen,
Love too young to know what it means.
She goes back in time, oh, in her mind,
It's like a dream.
He would be sixteen,
The son she never knew.
It hurt so much to give him up:
But what else could she do?
He would be sixteen.
A child should have a home,
She knows her folks were right.
She never heard the couple's name,
Just that they were nice.
She wonders if he's taller than his father was.
Does he drive a car by now, has he been in love?
She shakes back to reality,
She knows things turn out the way they should be.
But she just can't help but ask herself,
Does he know about me?
He would be sixteen,
The son she never knew.
It hurt so much to give him up:
But what else could she do?
He would be sixteen.
She never even got to hold him,
And nights like this.
It hurts to miss,
The son she's never seen.
He would be sixteen.
He would be sixteen.
"He Would Be Sixteen"
~~Michelle Wright
