Poem: Visit with a Young Bachelor
In this week’s Poet’s Corner, Patricia Wellingham-Jones shows life is not so different the world over.
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Visit with a Young Bachelor
I visit my son, newly grown, on his own, I go, by invitation, to his flat. The boy-men make me comfortable in the guest room. My bed a sleeping bag on the walk-in closet’s floor, by my head six pairs of gym shoes smelling ripe. My feet stick out in the hall. The refrigerator’s contents turn me green as mould on bread, cracks sprout algae in the bathtub. Wearing shoes, I bathe in the sink. Not one suggestion crosses my lips. They revere their roommate’s mother. I feel stars gather in my crown and say, Thanks, gentlemen, I’d like to come again.
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Patricia Wellingham-Jones, who lives in northern California, was Poet’s Corner’s first overseas contributor. She is a widely published retired registered nurse, former psychology researcher, writer, editor and publisher. She has had special interests in healing writing, with two of her poetry collections being Don’t Turn Away: Poems About Breast Cancer and End-Cycle: Poems About Caregiving. Patricia describes poetry and art as natural companions, and the latest about her and her poetry can be found here.