One mother's relief - my son is in Brussels


Twice fried Chips

It makes you hold hope a little tighter
early morning bubbles of conversation,
caffeine induced anxiety
and wi fi lines fluttering
like lost butterfly wings,

he's not in the café
and that bloody bag with a
dodgy strap isn't left
it guts spilling,
he phones me from
the University
where he is chasing
100000 genomes
and I can still
smell and feel the baby breath

it wasn't his wrong time or place
and in the afternoon sunshine
we talk about his studies
and how the chips are
fried twice
but the streets are quiet
and the coffee seller
has taken his wares home
The streets are silent
my son is safe




Poetry by Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-03-22 at 18:17

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jim The PoetBay support member heart!
I have felt the fear and relief. Your poem captures the intensity of both emotions.
2016-03-25



hello Elle, i understand...i have felt the blast. read the comment i left on ken's poem...

cheers
2016-03-23


shells
Your relief is palpable, so glad he is ok I hope he enjoys the chips and continues to phone his mother ;-)
2016-03-23



I am glad he is well, Ellie. A very appropriate poem showing the anguish of not knowing.
2016-03-22


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
This a perfect description of a parent's reaction. Well done, Elle. I'm glad that your son was elsewhere.
2016-03-22


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Thank God, Elle. You are much too close, as is your son, to this insanity. At least your island is a bastion against the unpredictable terror of today. My fervent wish is that you stay safe both you and your son.
2016-03-22



Beautiful. Both in the power of the emotion and the effectiveness of the writing. Glad your son is safe.
2016-03-22



Oh I hear you Elle.
2016-03-22