Wish…
I wish you’d get out your mouth
All you want to say.
It’s stuck to the inside.
Like a child manoeuvring fresh bubble gum.
The round pink hard sweet, yields to the
the density – click of child jaw onto crisped
casing. The warmth of saliva, inept infantile
Inability to fully manage the ever swelling gum.
Only thought for the immediacy of pushing boy tongue
through softened malleable pink -watching your miraculous breath
Form ever increasing bubble.
Time is passing. Passes
Your boyhood mind neglects to see
That suddenly, the day will
Turn and I will be gone.
And you’ll be
Left –
Navigating.
With all the words
You wanted for me
To hear
Stuck to the inside of your mouth.
Consumed by
The folly of your child’s
heart ruling this adult world.
Time spins us forward,
granted like a wish.
And, then, what we did not say
Is left
within.
Stella McHugh – Writer 