Alone with Sons by Foy Timms [Poetry]

Alone with Sons

She crouches down in the shadows, knee deep in the volume of his
She looks longingly through the faded tinsel window at a car seat
figure of a man she once knew
Below her secrets
Below an unshared life.
When loveless long night years formed circles beneath her eyes
and children followed.
He has carried an umbrella across her forties, with a sideways
glance at her lighthouse eyes, since extinguished by the dark.


By Foy Timms


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