College on the Horizon
Let's workshop this poem about a mother overcome with nostalgia for closer times with her son as she braces herself for his impending departure to college
College on the Horizon
Eyes puffy in the bathroom mirror
again, she feels a longing—tinged
in sin—to be the age of her teen boy.
If only they could go back to besties.
But he locks the door to his room.
Big hair metal blaring—his thoughts,
she imagines: blondes in lewd poses.
Only months from rattling in a nest
empty of all but dust, knuckles rise—
poised in smile to knock for dinner.
Triggering Trash again. Let me rewrite it for you. POETRY NEEDS TO RHYME!
College on the Horizon
In the bathroom mirror, eyes puffed anew,
The mother feels a tug, a longing true.
Wishing to be the age of her teenage son,
Yearning for days when they were both as one.
But now his door is shut, locked from within.
Thrash metal blares, hiding possible sin.
She imagines him, dreaming of golden tresses,
While she dreads the coming empty-nest stresses.
With months till silence and echoing halls,
She pauses, then knocks, "Dinner's ready!" she calls.