He looked at me
There was silence
His eyes lowered

And I recalled
His small body in my arms
Just 12 weeks old
And we locked eyes
And all his needs were simple.

I sighed.

He caught the sound
And glanced up
Our eyes met
But there was wealth
Of confusion
Of conflicting emotions
In that look
As he is torn between
Loyalties of the past
And loyalties of the present

I put my hand out
And he embraced me
Then he pulled back
Eyes lowered
Then they met mine
The clock ticked loudly
The cat brushed against my legs
“Don’t worry, “ he said,
“It’ll be allright Mum.”

Lovely poem and very emotional Jo. Is this about your son leaving home? Going to Uni or when he got married. I can feel your heartache Jo but it is a superb poem

Oh thank you, Doreen. It is about his life now really - glad it came across OK.

Jo x

A totally emotion filled piece ...it was so easy to make things better for them when they were little
nowadays we have to content ourselves with being there for them if they need us - being a Mum is hard, Jo

Rose xx

Sometimes cats can be as perceptive as poets can't they Jo.

Thank you so much for your support Rose and Steve. Yes being a Mum is very hard sometimes, Rose. He is lovely though! And yes cats are perceptive, Steve!
You have all cheered me up no end.

Jo x

Congratulations Jo, Your poem is POEM of THE WEEK for July 16th

A wonderful poem, so emotionally and a typical poem from a MUM.

Congratulations on poem of the week, Jo

this poem deserves it, there is so much emotion in your write
I hope things are better now

Rose x

Thank you Rose and for your kind thoughts too.

Jo x

well done jo like this one jimmy