A Band of Paper Fit For a Giant

A poem about a mother’s love.

She stood at the station, watched his train move off Thoughts rushed around her son, his new job and the rift With his dad, a gift

Behind the crushed tissue, fingers brushed blunt corners Fashioned from a bus ticket, it would fit a giant The ring sat quiet

Two days with her grown boy, hair flew and coats flapped, Senses stuffed with the past, they lunched on his first pay, In a famed café

Carpets of crocuses, gardens of memories Tears blurred her view as she grasped the band of paper He had made for her

Originally published at http://wrtwrds.wordpress.com on February 5, 2015.