Treasure Island

Elizabeth Russell


The Football Match


When you asked me to play football with you that day
My life was brightened
By the glow in your eyes
The epiphany I had of my role in your life
Etched itself into the
Darkened reaches of my mind

We played for more than just fun that day
You were the man of the match
But the game ended too soon
The phone rang
When I looked back at you
You were watching me
What did you see that day?
Were there tears on my face?
Or a frown?
Or was your sadness
Reflected in my eyes?
My son

Submitted: Saturday, April 23, 2005
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  • Scarborough Gypsy (2/6/2006 8:02:00 PM)

    Next time sod the bloody phone and keep on playing! This is another masterpiece of heart felt mothers love.

    Love
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