A Mother's Sorrows

Every night
When the stars appear
She enters the bar
Her jewels a glittering wonder
A pale, old fashioned gown
Flows out from behind
She orders a gin
In the absurd looking glass
It makes her feel important
Looking as she does
Dressing in her best
For her only son
After the war
She was told to wait here
She'll order another drink
This one a tonic
She often reminisces
On the glorious days
Before the war started
When she held him close
She'd sing him to sleep
He had his mother's love
His promises to never leave
Were meant to be broken
Her blonde curls begin to grey
Once smooth skin is now wrinkled
Taking small, slow sips
Of the overwhelming alcohol
The smell itself nauseates her
Yet she'll return every night
Waiting for her son
Until death captures her