Empty.
Empty!
I'm confused, explain again why I'm here?
Please take me home, I've forgotten I fear,
Is it where I raised children? Girls or boys?
You're my son you say, but sons make much noise,
You never tell me what's happening these days,
I get weary and despair of your secretive ways,
Who is that woman holding your hand?
I think you and she had this all planned,
My friends have all left me, I feel so alone,
Sat here anticipating the ring of the phone,
I don't want that tea, I don't want a drink,
Why must you keep asking, do you never think..........?
..........Sweetheart come here and hold Mummy's hand,
I don't mean to be cross, come lets walk on the sand,
It's so peaceful here, so glad we came to stay,
I'll sit here and rest awhile, go ahead love and play,
Ah, here comes your Dad with our sandwiches and tea,
Eat now and Later we'll go swim in the sea,........
.............No! How many times must I say no, no, no?
You can't be my son I never saw you grow,
When did you become so tall, and a man?
As I sat here in silence, so that was your plan,
Let me sleep, I grow weary of your game,
Tell me again, what is your name?
©C.M.Turner.....15/3/2014
