A Woman Talks About Her Son Poem by Gert Strydom

a Woman talks about her son
who was her lover,
in a previous life
and it’s as if she
likes the idea.

I wonder if it is fantasy
or reality in her mind
and how she,
get to such a revelation.

To me it sounds too much
like a Oedipus complex
or of somebody that holds
on to her sleeves.

Maybe Freud, Jung and Adler
would have known more
about this type of thing
and would have stated that the man
are emotionally six years old
or maybe the idea
just comes from the mother
who wants to surprise
strangers with it.

Of a previous life
I know nothing
and to me
everything turn round
the here and now
and I rather want to be a man
than a worm or a rat.