Dogs in the Kitchen

It was cool but sunny
the day he felt the apron strings
tying him to his guilt,
the padded cell of comfort
around his impressionable mind.

She nourished his fears,
fed him spoonfuls of doubt,
gifted him with insecurity
and sent him out into the world.

The day was cool but sunny,
He heard the dogs in his kitchen
sniffing and scratching at the door.
They must have found him,
jumped in through the open window,
caught the scent, the stink
of a son who never loved his mother.
He wondered
what the neighbours would think.