This poem was strange on many levels. However, the theme is powerful and rings true. These boys grow up together, play, study, and take risks together. But mom always calls then in for supper. She is forever the maternal lifeline where men willingly remain boys
 

 		 The Boys of Barronhurst


They say:
No man is an island.

What about Woman?

This fruit-bearing
Parcel of land.
A haven for all
Who seek comfort
In an Ocean of Tears.

Mother to the Son.

I say:
Each boy taught to pretend
He is indeed an Island,
Raging and resting
In the bosom of the Earth,
Shall always return
To the caul,
Enveloped and
Forever dependent
Upon Her will.

Ciera S. Louise
May 20, 2008