Posted by Admin on 10 April 2008, 12:00 am
Home-proofed against December’s chill
by close-drawn chair and glowing coal,
a boy inspects his Christmas prize –
on childhood’s peak he knows the thrill
success can bring – and easy goal
deceives his immature eyes.
Maternal love enfolds – aware
that soon they must forever part:
she, barely in the prime of life,
conceals from him her bleak despair,
while death she carries next her heart –
her hanging sword the surgeon’s knife.
T. C. Hudson
© T. C. Hudson.
Village
Parish Council