This poem is for One Stop Poetry’s Sunday Celebration of Mother’s Day –
I miss you now – like I loved you then.
Reserved and sometimes cold:
I never remember hearing those three words –
From your lips but that’s not how we were –
It didn’t matter, you loved me and I knew that.
You saw me off – at the station –
When I went to fight: your face
Looking at me through the dusty carriage window
When I boarded the southbound train.
Off to be a man
And fight for Queen and Country:
You looked at me, as if,
You were never going to see me again.
The sadness in your eyes, I imagine, is how,
The sadness in my bloodshot eyes must have looked – when you –
Took your final breath
And I was never going to see you again.
A celebration this is supposed to be –
But I can’t celebrate when I miss you –
Like I do.