Son

When my emotions take over and I can't see the important thing

Quiet moments
before bed, when life
is amplified and
the marbles
are monoliths,
threatening to fall,

my minuscular obsessions shame
me - how I pull away
and long for space, peace;
how my pain splatters your
smiling, confused face.
Intemperate distractions,

when I should be loving you,
and nothing else.
I have no use for
myself, but you, my darling
boy, can do with me
whatever you wish.

My life is yours, I'm stepping
back. Take my place
and squeeze and pummel my heart
to a pulp, stretch and toughen every
muscle I couldn't, shred my

knees to bone
and crack my heels and harden
my palms. Use every
wasted bit of me.

This hollow, hopeless
vessel was only
meant for you.

Author's Note

Not sure if it's done or even how I want it to be. I struggle to word this! Not sure if the language should be simpler, more like a lullaby.

Reviews

[Patient Poet (Yos)]

It feels like you are very touched and connected to your son , you still insure of your feelings but you know you will do anything for him ... Yossi