Mother’s Day

A Poem by Donal Mahoney

In the long run
the boy will be worth
all the misery
I’ve caused you,
all the grief.

If only for his smile,
yours, I know.
If only for his eyes,
mine, I know.
But his eyes,

they have your smile,
sudden as a cobra,
swaying in them.

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