Août 9th - 24/03/22

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I didn't know

Morphine

Would taste sweet

I felt happy

For the first time

Comparing the pads of my mother's thumbs

To the soles of my son's feet

I understand

A happiness that comes not briefly;

Episodically;

Between more enduring states of despair,

But one that's strong and certain;

Purposeful;

In a way it could never have been

When he was still there

Nor him

Him neither

Not any of them

Who take without care -

No man at all dare

Breathe the same air as my son …

My son …

Who will grow to a man

Yes,

Now I understand.

Reviews

[JMaster1]

Beautiful piece of writing , the play you use between your son and the man he would become to be , would he be different

[Dom]

Thank you