Damien the Moodiest Alien
In his green anorak
With a red bobble hat
He was sat in the midday sun
He was looking so glum
Our dear teenage son
Such a look on his face
For the last place on earth
He wanted to be
Was a beach in the sun
With his Dad and his Mum
Our annual hols were just us three
On the beloved Island of Jersey
A trip replicated many times before
'Twas our favourite Island
Our special place
A place we came to adore
On previous stays our darling boy
Anticipation high as we took to the sky
He was boisterous and bursting with energy
Having bucket loads of fun ~ it was just us three
Overnight what on earth had occurred
Changing his personality so radically
He had always loved the sea and the sun
As he swam and he laughed having so much fun
It was just like a magical wand had been waved
Whilst our happy-go-lucky boy slept
This boy who had woken was not our son
For a while and unbeknown to him
We named him Damien the moodiest Alien
He hardly spoke
His head held low
The occasional grunt
He would on us bestow
But then of course
He’d just turned thirteen
The dreaded hormones
were kicking in…
This image came to mind only recently
It had always made me smile
But sadly my son is no longer here
He was taken so suddenly in October last year
No warning at all aged just 49 years
Since he has gone I’ve shed so many tears
But recently whilst reminiscing a while
Remembering that day it brought back my smile
That day on the beach
Getting hotter and hotter
Refusing to move
Refusing to talk
Too cool to be seen
With his Ma and his Da
In his red bobble hat
And his green anorak
~~~
Over the years we three
laughed out loud at that…
Written 17th November 2020
Contest COMPLETELY YOUR CHOICE 46
Sponsor Brian Strand
10th place
Copyright © Ann Gilmour | Year Posted 2020
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