After a long and tiring day, I am not exactly awash in poetic inspiration. However, my son is very much on my mind. On Friday he arrives back from two and half weeks in Japan. He also turns 17 the minute he hits the runway. He and I have a wonderful relationship, somewhat borne of adversity. No one can push my buttons like he can (except maybe my mother!). He makes me laugh, he makes me furious, he inspires me with awe.
This little verse is for him.
I sometimes wonder about Penelope.
Whether all those years of appearing to pine for Odysseus.
Giving the suitors short-shrift.
Weaving that shroud.
Conferring with her women.
Were all really
In the end
About keeping Telemachus close.