SON ALONE by Duane L. Herrmann

Eugene Golovesov

SON ALONE

I wish I could feel grief

at my mother's passing

or appreciation

for her love and care,

but I don't.

Though I discovered,

in her last week,

that she did care

about me,

and that changed

my perspective

and saw her pain,

her damaged soul,

that I was born into,

I only feel relief

even after these years

that she's now gone,

that our contact

is over.

My father, on

the other hand – 

I miss him still

after more than half

a century.

He was kind.

He showed he cared.

He was glad, I know,

that I was his.

What might have been

if he had lived,

grown old,

become granpa,

become companion

to his grown son?

I'll never know.

I'll never know....

© Duane L. Herrmann

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Duane L. Herrmann

With degrees in Education and History, Duane L. Herrmann has work published in print and online, in fifty-plus anthologies, over one hundred other publications (Gonzo Press, Tiny Seed Literary Journal, Page and Spine, etc), plus a sci fi novel, eight collections of poetry, a local history, stories for children, a book on fasting and other works, despite an abusive childhood with dyslexia, ADHD, cyclothymia, an anxiety disorder, a form of Mutism, and now, PTSD.  

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