Bad Dream
dad announces he is going to iraq
mum tells me on the phone
we'll be fine, he said, mum explains,
he says i feed the baby well
that's why he accepted
what baby? i am too afraid to ask
how much have i missed in only three weeks
thank God it was a dream
but why did it seem so real
how did i reason why?
how did i survive yesterday?
a sideways glance,
an utterance of intolerance -
would you have been proud of me,
standing by
while being mortified?
hoping, wishing
maybe - it is just a phase -
this is just the same.
looking through a mother's eyes -
not my mother, just a -
how does this reside?
do you feel the power you hold
as stories of past years unfold
my hidden strength has multiplied
and you my dear are reason why.
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