Tuesday, January 6, 2009



I feel like an animal
Searching for it's young
This instinct to find my child

I am ever vigilant
Calling, searching
For any sign of him

I see movement now
in the corner of my eye
A gesture just like his
But no
The telephone rings
and for a split second
I know it has to be him
It's not

I hear the front door
Awaken from my slumber
My heart pounds as I listen
To Silence

The night descends
It's still not over
I dream of him every night

Then sometimes he hugs me
I can feel his arms
I hear "I love you, Mom"
Judy Roney


Victoria said...

wrenching poem Judy - so real - wish this wasn't your reality but I know wishing doesn't change it.

Mary said...

This is such a heart-felt and poignant poem, Judy I've read it before, I know, but it really hits hard.

Peggy said...

Judy, your poems as usual are stunning. What an honor it is to know you and be able to read your pieces. Thank you, friend.

Mary said...

I keep watching for new entries. I know you have written.......I will keep checking back.