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Visit with a Young Bachelor
by
Patricia Wellingham-Jones


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I visit my son,
newly grown,
on his own,
I go, by invitation,
to his flat.
The boy-men
make me comfortable
in the guest room.
 
My bed a sleeping bag
on the walk-in closet's floor,
by my head six pairs
of gym shoes
smelling ripe.
My feet stick out
in the hall.
 
The refrigerator's contents
turn me green as
mold on bread,
cracks sprout algae
in the bathtub.
Wearing shoes, I bathe
in the sink.
 
Not one suggestion
crosses my lips.
They revere their
roommate's mother.
I feel stars gather
in my crown and say,
Thanks, gentlemen, I'd like
to come again.
 

This poem first appeared in Bay Area Poets Coalition Anthology 20 (1999).
Used here with the author’s permission.

 

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Patricia Wellingham-Jones is a former psychology researcher and writer/editor with poetry widely published in journals, anthologies and Internet magazines. Author of ten books, her work appeared most recently in The Widow’s Handbook (Kent State University Press). Patricia has a special interest in healing writing and leads a cancer center writing group. She lives in Los Molinos, California.

 

 


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Wilda Morris:
A fun poem. But after your son and his house mates read it, you might not be welcomed back after all! LOL
Posted 06/09/2015 10:51 PM
Dorcas:
Peer into new youth.
Posted 06/09/2015 12:18 PM
Joe Sottile:
Yes, spot-on. Bravo! Why fight what your child believes is the best of all worlds for him or her? You will only be remembered for lack of emotional support.
Posted 06/09/2015 12:27 AM
Mary Lou Taylor:
A poem so well done any mother of a grown-up son can relate to. i smiled throughout. i
Posted 06/08/2015 05:53 PM
transitions:
Enjoyed it! Far better to bite a tongue than lose a son -:)
Posted 06/08/2015 04:06 PM
Kathleen Carlson:
Such is the power of love.
Posted 06/08/2015 10:27 AM
Marilyn L Taylor:
Very well written, and spot-on. I enjoyed this fine poem, and as the mother of a grown son, related to it!
Posted 06/08/2015 07:39 AM
Katrina:
This makes me chuckle.
Posted 06/08/2015 05:12 AM
Supa:
Just love it.
Posted 06/08/2015 04:37 AM


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