Salvadore Ponce De Leon

To You, My Mum - Poem by Salvadore Ponce De Leon

I see your glistening eyes,
Damp from the melancholy beat projecting out,
I see your face, a face I'd seen a thousand times before.
The face of home, the place I'd always belong,
How I want to dry those tears,
Tell you that we can embrace, mother and son,
Once last time
How I wish to whisper 'my childhood isn't a steam train rolling to the sunset'
I want the cruel transition of time to halt,
Always be your little boy, not a bristled jawed man,
Burden with responsibility,
How I want to savour one last night of dwindling innocence,
Looking at you, I am fresh faced, how I believe that nothing can hurt me,
Not as long as you're here,
Mum, you are my superhero, my heroine
My template for humanity
Never lost, never scared, never weak, forever special in her eyes,
Only at home, only at home,
I pack the memories of a boy long gone
Memories resonate through the walls
Every stain, every mark
The imprint of a childhood gone, not forever lost
How vivid are those schoolyard days,
Every day, every year
On repeat, safety guaranteed
An ever approaching climax,
Non existent in thought
Always wanted to be older
Now how I wish I was younger,
Oh how the irony taunts me,
I longed for the 'excitement' of responsibility
Without truly garnishing it,
I want to be your boy again,
Not this, not this,
I want to run to her, make her smile
Knowing that I was most special
Special and unique, her little boy
No one else's,
That face of home,
The face I'd never forget.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, October 5, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, October 7, 2013

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