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Sometimes a son
will surprise you come to sit
on the side of your bed
where you lie with a broken leg
everyone else seems to have forgotten
He will balance three pieces
of grape smeared toast
on a too small plate drink orange juice
from your best crystal You don’t mind
this particular morning the first sun
flashing off the leaves outside your window
He will tell you his funniest stories
fragments of toast crumbling
onto the sheets You will not brush them away
Your son will tell you these things
you’ve heard before
They will seem new now as beside you he
shakes your whole bed with his laughter
From Teaching the Robins (Finishing Line Press, 2005).
This poem also appeared in The Tie That Binds (Papier-Mache Press).
Used here with the author’s permission.
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Janice Townley Moore lives in the mountains of North Carolina, where she is active in the North Carolina Writers' Network. She has published a chapbook, Teaching the Robins, with Finishing Line Press.
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karenpaulholmes:
I loved this poem when I first read it in Janice's book. I have no son, but this reminded me of my brother and mother.
Posted 05/08/2011 07:30 PM
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Joe Sottile:
Excellent poem! Sometimes the least sentimental child does the most sentimental thing.
Posted 05/07/2011 12:02 PM
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dotief@comcast.net:
My son's affection for me often surprises me. Don't know why, since I am crazy about him. But when he comes to comfort me in times of trouble, I gratefully accept his kindnesses and feel a mother's pride for having helped him become a compassionate man. I see through this poem I am not alone in feeling this way.
Posted 05/07/2011 08:37 AM
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nancy scott:
I have three sons and I know exactly which son you are telling us about
Posted 05/07/2011 06:30 AM
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Julianne Carlile:
Very enjoyable poem.
Posted 05/07/2011 06:10 AM
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