A WORRIED MOTHER
BY FIONA CUMMINGS
All sorts of thoughts have crossed my mind
Especially these days when others are so unkind
He said he would let me know as soon as he arrived
But sadly, that luxury I have been deprived
What do I do?
Who do I contact?
They look at you
As though you have gone mad
What if something has happened?
Something so bad
He wouldn’t do this
He knows how I worry
He left so calmly
Not in a hurry
I just have to wait for the doorbell to ring
That is how I feel, I’m going insane
© Fiona Cummings
I don’t know how Mothers cope if their kids don’t return.
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