There she sits…with a son signed up for Christ
and husband lost in mystic irrelevance
and another son still growing,
God knows what he’ll become.
She’s from the simple small town people
and she just wants to draw a circle around us
with the family gathered inside
full of babies and love and our years together.
It must seem like its all unraveling to her sometimes
that those she loves don’t find her dreams enough,
aching wait… “Will they all leave me?
Can what I believe in be so unimportant to them…?”
Tiring through the years, her passions run shallower now
her ex-husband no longer some magic against the future
but just a long swell of disappointment
a wave that passed into a slowly ebbing dream…
a slowly ebbing dream …
and her son, her son reborn in Jesus,
her baby, at fourteen.
gallagher
29 jul 84
Irvine
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
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