Shared with Momoetry April Poet Month challenge – narrative poem and inspired by reading this verse from orla.writes

I met my younger self for a beer,
as if we were mates, long-time friends.
(The longest time)

He looked at me suspiciously;

In some ways, I did too
but my suspicion was of myself.

I told him, ‘You don’t know me yet.’

He gave me a silent sneer of disapproval
but was smart enough
to ask what I would like to drink

and even offered to pay for the first round;
obviously understanding there would be more.

This will take some time, I thought.
(The longest time)

“What’s it all about?” he said,
“Can you give me a clue?”

I told him that clues are all we get,
that you gotta just keep going
and that I often thought of Mum
slaving away, hour after hour,
day after day
and eventually, I would understand why.

“Let’s have another beer,” I said
“But just the one.”