Helping Hand

We were resting,
After making love,
Lying on your bed
You under the covers.
I felt your breathing,
My left arm behind your pillow, your head on your left hand behind
Your head.
And then I saw you
Were video chatting
With your son who was in his college dorm room.
I was surprised,
He said to you,
“Mom, whose hand is behind your head?”
While I struggled to pull my hand out of sight your son’s roommate
Laughed and your son
Looked at him as if to say,
“Hey! This is my mother.”
You took your hand from behind your head and held it up saying,
“It’s my hand.”
Your son asked you
to pan the camera
to show him your cabin
and you carefully panned
all but me.
And he showed
his chivalry by not
pressing the point.
Fine young man.
Did you act from
Innocent unawareness
Or from an
Unconscious desire
To be honest with
Your eldest son about
Your life and me.
I do not know.