NIGHT MOTHER..

THIS IS ABOUT HOW A MOTHER - ME - FEELS WHEN HER SON LEAVES HOME.. FOR THE 4TH OR 5TH TIME(?) .. HOW SAD SHE IS WHEN SHE SEES HIS ROOM ALL EMPTY OF LIFE.. SHE KNOWS SHE SHOULD NOT BE DOWN like this.. WHY IS THIS SO? HE IS A MAN AFTER ALL AND IT IS ONLY RIGHT THAT HE SHOULD LEAVE HOME.. HE MUST HE MUST.. THIS IS THE WAY LIFE GOES.. AND IN TIME..A DAY OR SO..PERHAPS A WEEK SHE WILL SEE IT SO.. BECAUSE SHE WANTS HIM WELL.. ALL WELL AGAIN.. AND HAPPY TOO.. AND LOVED AND LOVED AND LOVED.. ALL THIS GOES WITHOUT HER SAYING IT OR WRITING IT BUT STILL SHE MUST PUT DOWN WHAT SHE FEELS INSIDE TONIGHT WHEN THE LIGHT IS OFF AND THE ROOM IS QUIET...

EARLIER TODAY SHE WATCHES WHILE HE PACKS UP HIS LIFE IN BOXES AND BAGS..
A LAMP AND A MIRROR,
A DOONA, A BED,
BOOKS AND PAINTINGS,
CDS AND GUITAR,
CUTLERY CROCKERY,
COOKBOOK AND UTENSILS,
A PAPER BAG OF VITAMINS AND HERBAL MEDICINES,
A SUNHAT, A LEATHER COAT
SHIRTS ON HANGERS,
LINEN AND TOWELS..

THEN HE DRIVES TO THE CITY WITH ONE BIG DREAM..
THE DREAM IS HIS..
TO START AGAIN..
TO BE WELL ONCE MORE..



AND LIFE HAS CHANGED FOR BOTH..
AGAIN.