Iron Hamper
They stare past each other,
A grave gaze,
Into the evening lights,
Where they can only make out the edges
Of large buildings.
The young lady thinks about her dying brother.
The old man recalls his planned wedding day
That never happened.
Tonight the train is mother;
She sways them back and forth,
Cradling and coddling their sorrow.
Can’t you hear the laden scraping on the railway?
Tonight mother carries more weight than
What the engineers said she was allowed.
A grave gaze,
Into the evening lights,
Where they can only make out the edges
Of large buildings.
The young lady thinks about her dying brother.
The old man recalls his planned wedding day
That never happened.
Tonight the train is mother;
She sways them back and forth,
Cradling and coddling their sorrow.
Can’t you hear the laden scraping on the railway?
Tonight mother carries more weight than
What the engineers said she was allowed.
by Janell R. Ward
©Janell R Ward, Reward Publishing 2014
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