Painting : Mother and Child #33 ©Carol Aust, 2003
Cracked and weakened,
the voice of a child
peaked through the teenage facade:
" Mommy, come get me..."
Pain a reality unreal to a boy,
invincible in his own mind,
caught in the crux of misery, blinding...
"Mommy, come help me.".
Yesterday's of do it yourself
and unbridled independence
slide into oblivion in one sentence:
"Mommy , it hurts"
A loving hand works wonders
to alleviate the worry
while ignoring the tears I must not see...
"Mommy, is it broken?"
All his life, will ever be the same...
one instant grown, another young again,
to my "little boy", in pain
I'll forever be "Mommy".