Mothers become friends with their children around six,
pointing out clouds like art, sharing affections, and
the same awe for aquariums, mimicking fish, underwater
worlds through thick plexi-glass, playing hide and seek
with animals at zoo’s, even though they sleep, or
keep to themselves like fathers who read, hoard
books; endless stacks of recycled papers that
attract rats, and unsightly garage parasites- lowlife
memories resonate, others we swallow
like the pond water near the house where
birthday parties were held, old friends and childhood
playmates laugh, running down endless paths that lead
to muddled water, where danger keeps everyone on edge;
until fires cook burgers and hot dogs, smoking out
grandparents hungry for more, wiping mustard while
photos capture ineffable moments, often published
in local papers representing families, real life
appearing happy, fulfilled, but at a price
nothing, more than what you see- helping shape
children into the parents they are meant to be-
like their own, who fell in love- a beginning,
eventually waged a war that neither could win;
bedded regrets which only scream ‘let’s slip away'
to the memories of much happier times...
© E Stelling 2010
