Saturday 11 February 2023

Keep the engine running

Then you were fresh off the umbilical 
Curled up, eyes closed in my arms
You had slept in my arms more than your mother's
My hands would numb and my back would hurt
I had learnt to overcome all I hate
How twenty four years have faded in twenty four hours
I would run to you if you called for your mother
I am your brother, but indistinguishable from either
So now on mother's day, I will wait forever
For a call maybe from the world of nether
No mother should have to bury his son
But here we are with what time has done
I will let you be by yourself little sunshine
And run to you again, at the end of my time

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