Walking in the mornings

by Colm   Sep 7, 2011


Walking in the mornings,
I get the feeling that
I am walking towards
the rising sun.

I am already
a step ahead of
the children
(who are surprisingly calm)
and although their uniforms
seem alien to me,
Once they were
more than familiar.

Though I still wear a
uniform (of sorts),
I'm not walking to the end
of the road anymore but to
the rising sun. Though
I am flanked only
by horse-chestnut trees,
the footsteps of a-n-other
still lying vaguely ahead, I am
leading the way
to the rising sun

when I am the soccer mom
who wakes to make dinner
before breakfast,
when I am the candle
burning myself on a dark
tenement doorstep.

To the child behind me I am
quickly becoming the rising sun.

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  • 12 years ago

    by xoxShorteexox

    I love the reference to the rising sun. (: Very good piece of writing.

    I'm probably going to read and comment on all your poems. Hope you're ready to read all those comments. Haha.

    5/5

    -Heather

  • 12 years ago

    by The Queen

    The ending summed it all, this is a great way to remind how valuable our mothers are. :D

  • 12 years ago

    by yogi73

    I liked this poem. very evocative

  • 12 years ago

    by nouriguess

    I liked this, Colm!

    This was really well-written, held so many meanings! I LOVED the repetitions of "the rising sun" so damn much.
    I'll nominate this the next week and will pop up with a longer comment, later on.
    Good work!