The Threads That Bind Us (Poem)

The silver needle finally acquiesced to the probing black thread.
Do all parents go through this, I ask myself.
The object of today's battleground lies crumpled upon my lap;
A day old winter jacket already looking shabby,
Scarred through carelessness. Squinting at black fabric,
I concentrate on repairing the gaping, saw toothed pocket.

What had been a pleasant enough day was now marred
By the blazing argument between mother and son.
Falling tears catch the lamplight, rolling then
Splash landing on shiny dampened material.
We no longer share laughter, jUst angry words it seems.
I paUse mid-stitch, an awful thought striking me...
Does he hate me?

It doesn't seem so long ago that he was a happy soul
Before hormones and homework engulfed him.
The battle had ended hours ago in slamming doors
Only to be replaced with a thick, sullen silence
Seeping from his Usually noisy room,
Cloaking the very air th at I breathed.

A soft knock announced his arrival. He slips quietly into the room.
For the briefest second, I marvel at this awkward man boy
Almost filling the door frame. I daren't raise my head too high.
He shall not witness my tears, not now, not ever.
Never show weakness in battle, even if you feel it.
He shuffles his feet. I gather myself in readiness for round two.

Yes? I say stiffly. Sorry, Mum... he mutters,
Leaning forward quickly to kiss the top of my bent head.
I am so stunned that I cannot respond immediately
Nor even realise that it would be too late anyway.
He's retreated already to his own domain.

Then a funny thing happened.

In amongst all the confUsion,
In that single glorioUsly precioUs moment,
I know suddenly-I know- that no matter what,
No matter how many times we fight and argue,
We still, and always will, have love.

A torn pocket I can replace.
My son, I cannot.

A note from the author, Kay Elizabeth: The Threads That Bind Us captures something that really happened between my son and I. It probably seems such a small thing to those reading it, but its impact on me was huge at a time when I felt that I had lost the boy I knew and our connection forever. I wrote this poem in remembrance of that night.

Kay Elizabeth enjoys dabbling in Writing, meeting new people in chat and discUssing ideas on life, love and everything. She spends her waking hours working alongside her hUsband at The Megaphone Broadcasting System, http://www.themegaphone.net

The Megaphone Community is all about bringing back the old style HTML chat rooms in an ad free environment and enjoying a few laughs along the way. All are welcome! She is especially glad to see fellow writers, both published and unpublished, come along and share their work and tips at the Writers Corner on the forum.

Author:: Kay Elizabeth
Keywords:: Poetry, Threads, Bi nd, Us, mother-son relationships, Writing, Sharing, Moments,
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