A
Door Opens
The bright day spills
around the shades
drawn between the morning
and the early afternoon.
In the darkened room,
the boy sits up on the bed,
naptime, tucked in, awake,
waiting.
The door opens, a smiling face
appears.
“See you later alligator.”
The face disappears, the
door closes, a laugh is shared.
The game at the door is
played between mother and son.
“After a while crocodile.”
Each open and close of the
door
brings another laugh to
share,
a smiling watch, an eager wait
for more.
This is the playful game
of a mom and her five year
old,
and how not to get a boy to
take a nap.
There was love in your eyes
and you were looking at me.
I gazed back with the same
playful joy,
knowing how much you cared
about me
and how much I cared about
you.
The door opens and closes.
Laughter and smiles are
shared.
Playful joy and love fill
the scene.
A look of joy across the
room between mother and son
becomes a look across the
years.
A gift you laid up for me now
appears, fifty years on.
A gift you laid up for me
is given today.
“See you later alligator.”
There was love in your eyes
and you were looking at me
with your gift across the
years.
“After a while crocodile.”
When I was five and you
were thirty-five,
with me at the start and
you in the middle,
between the morning and the
early afternoon,
with the bright day spilling around the shades,
a door opens between a mom
and her boy.
So much love,
so much love yet to come.
Mark Bohrer
Mother’s Day 2016 North
Andover, Mass.
Even though she passed away in 2006, just this spring my Mom gave me a gift. This is the poem about it. Happy Mother's Day to all moms everywhere.
Even though she passed away in 2006, just this spring my Mom gave me a gift. This is the poem about it. Happy Mother's Day to all moms everywhere.