My son is fading
small shoulders straining
homework compressing
a once perfect back
His hunger for life
now tutored and taming
bright eyes reflecting
that small screen’s blue light
His comet’s now trailing
sublime light is fading
Make it alright
(Mummy)
Lighten the load
shoulder the weight
feed the hunger
warm the cold
Light up the dark
take on the blows
hold back the flood
fill in the gaps
Sooth the fear
sweeten the shame
mop up the mess
soak up the rage
My sun is fading
comet’s now trailing
It’s not alright
(Mummy)