The Importance of the Pope to a Certain Sociological Class
As I sit looking around in Sunday Mass,
I notice our loyal gang of single moms,
with their kids sitting pious at their side.
Mary, Madeline, Thomas, and William,
are just sitting there with their moms.
Those kids are looking sad, forlorn,
and profoundly alone. I’m sad too.
What’s going through their minds
is what went through my mind
when I was that young.
They know their Mom is good,
but they’d like to have a dad,
a real live dad that they can touch,
one that will care about them.
They wouldn’t always have to be so tough.
They could relax a little, let their guard down.
If they had a dad,
then they would be like the other kids,
they wouldn’t be so different.
All we kids of single moms are sad.
We’ve lost a father figure, our Holy Father.
We’re more alone now,
waiting patient for
our new Papa here on earth.
He’ll be around real soon.
Then we’ll put on our hard masks,
And be able to laugh and smile again.
It’s odd how a single word, a simple concept,
can make a difference to those that dream.