Light of My Life

My son
cannot leave a room
without leaving on the light.
I find myself, in daily conversation,
saying things I never thought I might.
Things like : “Blackpool Illuminations”
“The Electricity Bill” and “It isnt even night!”

My son costs us a small fortune
he wrings out our hearts
and brings us sleepless nights.

And yet, and yet.

When he leaves our home forever
I will stand in his empty room
with a heavy heart
I will heave a sigh
I will shed a tear.

And then I’ll turn off the bloody light.