Sweet Thursday


She came to the door - A

somewhat harried young mother

Hair a mess and barefoot

The three year old boy pulling

Demandingly on her arm

And bedraggled dressing gown

A certain quietness is there

As the sound turned off

      A stillness

Handing over the parcel

Expecting more than just

Distracted idle wanness

From her face - days of hassle

Nights too I wonder - dreaming

Not so long ago - Annie

Was just like that

A fluid ease of character

      A stillness

Identifying something fled

Confidence in the unexpected

The calm self assurance

All future in the present

Graceful maturity of youth

Her thanks - look past me

The door clicks quietly closed

Leaving just a little pleasure

      A stillness