My little boy

Joyce Rogers

Lying in darkness,
Waiting for morning to become lighter,
Wondering what this day will bring.
Will my boy be a little bit brighter?

Silly me, of course he won't.
I know it cannot be.
But I just wish I could turn the clock back
to some form of normality.

How can he not understand what I say?
I do try to make it clear.
He often just looks into space
With vacant eyes, as if I'm just not here.

I wonder quite often how long this will last.
Will my patience run out of me?
What then would happen to my lovely boy,
Who used to look after me?

I so miss the fun times we used to share.
The magical Christmasses too.
The day out as a family
can never return, that's true.

So here I sit with memories,
Of what I used to believe,
And try to forget that the husband that was
is now gone - and I try not to grieve.