Madonna and Child

By | 24 July 2007

At the beach a young mother,
after a moment's absent-mindedness,
chases her young son up the line of wet sand
where the bluebottles are drying to harmlessness.

When she reaches him
paddling on the edge of death without concern
she seizes him tight with fear-tangled love.

He is secretly happy for the attention
Yet sullen at her interference in his unknown plans
and stamps his pudgy feet.
Her tyrannical love has happened
a thousand times already
and he knows how to make it again –
just a few short steps, repeated, virtually anywhere.

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