Hope

From 24/6/10

Hope tastes like the coffee he’s made,
creamy and light,
not sweet but without even a hint of bitterness

His hands don’t shake any more as he pours and hands me the cup,
amazingly made
He has such skill now – such ability and he’s fairly bursting out with confidence
with a pride I never thought he would find

Where did that pain-filled lad go?
Where did he lose all his anger and angst?
How did it flow from his veins and with it wash away the drugs and the years and the stolen dreams?
And when did this new boy emerge fully formed and whole?
this boy who reminds me to keep going and trust in a child’s ability
to grow up and become
Who reminds me to keep loving and nurturing
to keep connecting and talking, listening and being
to keep present and focussed
To anticipate the moments of joy in the years of work
that is being a mother