POETRY 2002

Recognition

I see my son with his father.
His face lights up with a sweet smile
of mama recognition.

I kneel and hold him in loves embrace.
Sudden sorrow comes
when he asks: can I come with you mama?

He can't. He is my son
but I cannot take him home now,
cannot be with him tonight.

I tell him tomorrow,
he seems OK with that,
but I am not.

I know this is necessary
and it is good he has a father
who wants to be with him.

But my mother-self is fierce.
Her baby is hers, she will not condone
this ridiculous seperation.

I watch his tiny figure grow
even smaller as I drive away.
He is gone and tomorrow may never come.

Jan 5th, 2002