Mother and son
Updated: May 24
What the Man-Moth fears most he must do.
Today my son is going,
with a sword in his hand,
to slay the spiny monster.
How did we get
from a boy in a check dressing-gown
and a sword…to here?
So much safer
to be a broke pianist or read a LOT
of political theory.. Marx, and Hobbes…
than to qualify in 2020 as a medical doctor.
Today is his first in a hospital.
& mixed feelings are streaming.
My job completed, my smile
this first day in his working life.
He is nervous, excited,
and play along I must,
standing in the kitchen, telling him,
'this is your achievement, your degree.
You deserve to be proud, Timmy.'
Wish I could cast a swathe in front of him,
wield a sword left and right,
add check dressing gown and warrior feet,
slay every monster in sight.
That little boy who needed only
Jaffa Cakes & me for his power,
could have been a saxophonist, a cricketer,
an artist, or actor or chef,
But he’s a doctor. A doctor, just like his dad.
My son is a man, and a doctor today.
That’s what makes it
a morning I’ll never forget.
The morning he first embarks
on slaying a real monster,
sword in his hand.
I am indebted to the Arts Council for funding a project to write poems during, but not necessarily about, the lockdown. I am writing these narratives in response to stories given. Thanks to my cousin Lisa for this one.
Photos courtesy of Lisa Cronin-Cusack.