I dreamed again
of the last time I saw you,
that summer’s afternoon long ago.
You had grown since you last wore
those trousers, too short now.
Hair cut to reveal fine features,
your plump child’s face gone.
You were a heartbreaker.
As you stood
watching the boats,
sky blue eyes reflecting
on a world that wasn’t yours,
I saw why Mother loved you more.
Not because you were her only boy
but because you were fair and beautiful
and everything we were not.
I knew then that I loved you too
and couldn’t wait for you to come home.
