because he’s always slightly later
than he said he would be
and even though
he is a grown man now
he will always be my baby boy
always be a part of me
not so long ago,
he would rely on me
and needed me
but now he lives
with one foot out of the door
soon
he will be off living his own life
the way it should be, and i
will reflect on these nights, when i
laid there half awake, half asleep
awaiting the turn of his key in the door
and our standard conversation
‘good night?’
‘yeah’
‘LOVE you’
‘LOVE you’
and acknowledge what a privilege they were
Poetry for Dullards 