Mummy

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A poem that details the cycle of a mother and son relationship. Embedded with life and death.

Love your mother, because one day you may not have her.

Submitted: February 25, 2016

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Mummy 

 
Mummy works day and night 
She returns, late whilst he sleeps 
He waits for her in his dreams 
 
He forgets the fragility of the hourglass 
She grows old, he grows young 
Time enfolds them 
 
She made a blanky for them both
It was once warm 
Now it is worn with holes 
 
He takes a step 
Then another 
There's vodka in the freezer 
 
The grass reminds him of her tickles 
When did they stop?
He will love her tomorrow 
Or maybe the next day 
 
Time is a distance 
Soon she will reach her destination 
 
Confusion will take him first
Only then will he have the courage 
To tell his mummy he loves her
 
Mummy 
A carer, a shield, a giver 
 
Their love was spent in a room with small walls
Not a wonderful world
Nine months was too short 


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