A boy or man
the competition rages its war
within you
it matters not the momentary winner
this race was rigged from the start
man is always the victor
in these things
free will is an illusion
only man can cross the finish line
~~~
Outside your body continues its metamorphosis
oblivious to the boyish grin
I glimpse beneath the screen
or the childhood toys still
scattered across the floor
your shoulders already broad
voice husky
no longer crackling
~~~
Inside our home
heavy set footsteps fade up the stairs
and a "goodnight mom" is the
usual exchange
but tonight you linger in
the hallway
the boy is there again
my boy
the one with the dimpled cheek
~~~
"Can you sing Gypsy Rover, mom?"
he asks softly
and suddenly there is no man
the past and the present
converge within the space of one breath
a moment out of time
of hair rubs and a goodnight song
and a universal mother's love
for her son
About the Creator
Sarah Lenn
Using writing as a way to capture snapshots of emotion on a screen whilst life happens. And life has thrown me some curve balls. Always striving to find a path through the chaos...
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