Blame

How did it come about this balttle while the boy and I were out

A nice dinner with my folks some marshmellows to roast

So peaceful, modern Rockwellesque.

I knew the call would come, a goodnight from mother to son.

But when my name was called, up did come the rising dread

I've blocked out most of what was said, but one thing sticks out in my head

The nagging thorn that's in my side, "it's your fault that he is so mean"

No respect's what Rodney said, so true it seems in this context

Am I so bad? I don't think so,

He's a composite of me and her and most of all the TV set

But the effect is done, the ire raised, the evening clouded with a haze

I meditate a little, get my mind back upright,

Focus on the ones who care and rest my weary soul

We'll do the best we can and keep in mind a long term plan

With no map or thought to guide us on

We'll soldier through because we see

The light that shines ahead

A new day and joys to spread.