Dispossessed and disenfranchised from the size of that dispossession,
Inner cries minimised by the cats’ eyes lining this procession,
The sullen silence of the passenger belies the lies in his expression,
Eyes fixed on distant skies quietly despising his concession.
 
Too young to rationalise the, “Where’s and whys,” of her decision,
Too young realise why she despised their long division,
The acquiescence of adolescence was his forced admission,
To surrender independence and resent his forced submission.

But he didn’t really understand 'cos he was just a child,
Left to run in the long grass, so long that he’d grown wild,
And without the guidance of his parents, his grievances compiled,
He tried to vent his anger, and in return she smiled,

She smiled with the patient calm that she would show no other,
She knew the road behind was dark, but ahead lay another,
She knew to calmly wait and not to hug or smother,
She knew a better life awaited this boy and his Mother,

And now that he’s a man he knows that she was right,
And past feelings of resentment have long faded into the dark night,
In fact he’d have to thank her and acknowledge her insight,
To lead them down the dark road and out into the light.