The Mother

The breakfast was arranged in the usual way
And at the normal time so as not to cause distress
She heard the excited footsteps
Of not one but two feet coming down the stairs
The glowing pair entered the room with an almost seeable connection
His new ‘friend’ was introduced and the pair quickly sat down
and got into conversation

As she looked at her son
The mother saw what the medication could not cure
And what her love could not give
As he sat there chatting at the breakfast table
He poured the milk for her with such care, yet confidence and grace
As his wit flowed so natural and deep
The normal routine now seems as if it could never’ve worked
As she stares at her grown up son
Something not felt and seen before

She lets it unfold