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A Thought for the Future

What a terrifying thought

But that’s nothing I need to think about now, I’m so young- she’s so young

That’s something for the future

Something to think about

When I’m all grown up and mature,

When I know how to do my taxes and pay my bills, how to choose my insurance plans and which house to rent

What meal to cook for dinner which jacket to wear for winter

To think about living without my mom

That’s a thought for the future

 

Until I realise maybe future might not be as far as I hoped it to be

That this is something I need to think about now,

I’m getting older, she’s getting older

This is not a thought for the future

This is something for the present

Something to think about as I’m growing up and childish

When all I do is wash poorly and mix up the whites with coloured laundry

What tone to upset my mother which topic we should bicker

To think about living without my mom

That’s not a thought for the future

◄ One Day

Maybe in Another Universe ►

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Hélène

Fri 9th Feb 2024 16:04

Powerful poem about a mom's presence. I often thought throughout my adult life "I can't live without my mom!" but, alas, the day arrived when she passed at age 84. It has been 10 years since she died, I am now 69 years old, and I miss her every day. But I know she is with me! Really like your poems, Bernice.

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