His arm draped across her shoulders
He’d gently guide her along,
Holding her close and smiling
While he hummed her favourite song.
The blankness in her timid gaze
Broke his heart in two,
But he’d hide the pain behind his smile
It was all that he could do.
On the bench beneath the old oak tree
He’d sit right next to her
Taking her hand and holding it snug
Remembering all they were.
He’d look up to the heavenly sky
And without a single sound
He’d pray to God when tomorrow came
She’d still be around.
There they’d sit, mother and son
So close yet a world apart,
She had no idea who he was
The man with the caring heart.
© Annabel Sheila
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WOW!! This poem really tugs at the heartstrings, is laid out well and told so succinctly that you draw the reader into the scene played out, feeling that one is there observing the valiant son whose mother doesn't even recognize him. We would all want to have such a son if we were in the same shoes as this woman. A wonderful, caring poem that has your signature on it, as many others you have posted do also. Bravo! Your talent is awesome!!
Joy L. Hale
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