Mummy was angry
And I was hungry
Heated some curry
As I was in a hurry

"I will be late", I told her
To see a friend
"I am taking my car"
We'll meet at the cities end

Driving away, I saw her
Through the rear mirror
She kept moving so far
My mum from another era

Half way down the road
I felt guilty leaving her alone
Called my friend, excused of workload
Headed back home, my heart not of stone

Mum was sitting in tears
She startled to see me again
Seemed I've gone for years
Her tears ruled out her pain

I made up to her with love
Assured I'll always be there
She's my beautiful lucky dove
Her effort has put me here...


©sim

Open,peep,light ,shut,
again,is there light,shut,fun.
Refrigerator.

Hallow and Empty
I'm feeling alone
Knowing that you're in danger.
Hospital beds with so many meds
It's like you're not there anymore.

I fear that one day you'll leave me
I'm all cut up and broken inside.
So mama, Please stay with me.
I need you to be alright.

Never a person for friends
But i always had you in the end
true form of support
with unconditional love
I don't know how I'll cope without you.

I've been in this place before.
the one where you've almost died.
i'll take those moments with me
it makes me cherish you deep inside.

Mama please know that I love you
I can't lose you at age 41
It's much too soon for the both of us
so take my hand and please hold it tight.
but mama, i know you're strong
Hopefully everything will be alright.

Around you
defences drop,
ramparts rescind,
blocks become silly things;
you open with smile the fleck of tut,
move all to joy
and end the shut.

In the house
where fought was known as nothing
i'll gallop up the stairs with a bounding born
of what
you gave
to me;
super strides
and
a
chance
to see.

...might as well be?


(sonnet #MMMMMMCCCCLXXXV)


Lo, now the moon peers in to splash a pale
Glance 'cross Mum's carpet, up my legs and thence
Upon these silent hands sans voice, a sense
Thet silver eye just watches, what'd avail?
The Scriptures.  As tree silhouettes detail
Nigh ghastly clouds with blackened figures, hence
Recall "...one glory of the sun--" fr'intents:
"...Another of the moon--" what, in betrayl?
Forsooth.  I am not Mum, nor shall in poor
Scuse ever match up.  Yet what should I do?
My aunt sez God has me still here as twere
To do His will.  I can't but own tis true.
Dreams, prayrs, half mock what is.  Whatever, fer
All that is my work?  Someday swear I knew?

09Jul17a