Mum's Boy

My mother tried her hand at writing today. She dictated and I typed, since I mash the keys faster (If in a slightly incorrect order...)

She finished her short piece, exausted physically and mentally.

I then twisted the structure and layout, to create a poem as her piece had some of the key characteristics of a poem. (No, it didn't rhyme, but it was excellently ambiguous)

Here it is:

Mum’s Boy

He leaves school at 16.

Only to join up as a 6^th form

student and start all over again.

He waits with anticipation and

excitement to start his new adventure.

Before you know, it’s arrived.

He can’t wait to get there and start.

Mum meanwhile, is excited for him

but apprehensive, and hopes his first day goes well.

Of course, nothing to worry about.

He loves it; he is full of it and full of himself.

From then on, the year starts flying by.

She watches him grow in confidence.

So much so, that he gets a little above himself.

She waits, watching for the fall. 

And when it comes, it’s not what she expects.

But she builds him back up again, to begin round 2.

It’s a tumultuous 2 years, until he finally gets his grades.

And then he is all so full of himself again.

Mum knows she has to go through it all again,

as Uni is looming… Then it hits her.

No, she won’t.

Because he’ll be moving away.

Instead of feeling relief,

she yearns to have the turmoil once more.

She is going to be left behind.