Mother

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Breaking down
Wouldn’t you look up at me?
The young son
Holds some part of the future.
Would you make love
Or maybe have some tea?
You ain’t a loser
Though you have to be.

It’s where the dreams have ended
And rotting relics lie
Scattered on a polished bench
That you sit no more.
And I have no courage
To tell you stand up and live
When in my heart I know
You may have given all you had

To give.

Remember long ago,
And in the midst of friends
Trying to evade the eyes of boys
And all that false pretense. So long ago —
Wearing some old school tie.
To relish in attention received
In that sparkling eye. Used to despise me all about:
Had enough in me, they say, to hold in doubt.

On the wedding day, giving a
Passive smile, he that took you all the while
Seemed all calm like a gentle flow
That takes a leaf on its artless embrace
So that you seemed to know where you could go.
On your wedding day. “And now you know” and
Yes — I know as you speak of other things
The joyous gifts in heaven first love brings.

2010-06-14

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3 thoughts on “Mother

    ilu said:
    June 14, 2010 at 10:05 am

    awesome boss!

    ifwisheswerehorses said:
    July 18, 2010 at 12:17 pm

    hey i saw your article about malinda in the papers. now talk about incestuous……. didn’t you also write a review of chucking the dragon? isn’t that also incestuous, considering that he is your good friend?

    vihanga responded:
    July 19, 2010 at 5:36 am

    Well, Malinda and I know each other, but not close enough to be termed ‘incestuous’. Nor is he doing me any particular favour with that piece. It is a bit obvious isnt it?

    Writer of ‘Chucking the Dragon’ is not known by me. If only wishes were horses.

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