The Boy and His Mother

Making Amends

Photo by Nienke Burgers on Unsplash

I saw a little boy and did the wrong thing
I looked first at his mother and then down at him
What I saw was a woman lined with pain
Thin and coloured in black lace
And totally out of place —
Her eyes mournful and charcoaled
Were hollowed in her drawn and weary face
While mine mirrored her anguish
Which I could hardly conceal nor bear —
And only then did I look at her little boy
A contrast to the…