And this is what we call
cyclic changes
hands face and smile
once who led you to school
now stands cool
awaiting your arrival
the one who buttered your toasts for you
now waits a soft slice of bread from you
the one who kissed you daily to school
now waits for a kiss
will you give she thinks
a tear flows down her cheek
she knows smells now her repose
the son too has also gone through change
his consort is all for whom he remains
my son come once again
at least today
'tis Mother's rightful day
come and in my arms do play
just for once if you may
if only for a wee while today
Comments
Hello! I really enjoyed this
Hello! I really enjoyed this poem… your writing is in such a unique and refreshing style! This poem truly illustrates the conflict a mother has when trying to both keep and let go of her son. One thing.. instead of saying “cyclic all changes” I would say “cyclic changes”. Well done on illustrating a different kind of love, one between a son and mother.
Thank you friendly poet
you are deep into good poetry thanks Dys
dear lovedly,
very nice poem you have composed. and the one above me is right you have a style all your own.
*hugs, Cat