Tears cascade down my face.
My mother’s death still brings sorrow.
Remembering the night she died,
All that remained was a cold, hard shell.
Mom has gone ahead too soon.
No more shopping sprees and lunches at noon.
We just were beginning to embrace.
Father and daughter had a falling out.
So, he’s nowhere to be found.
As a child, I don’t remember
The usual affection a mother shows her child,
No hugs and kisses, no I love you’s.
But, it wasn’t a completely dysfunctional life.
With frequent trips to the library,
Hand in hand, we walked through
The sparsely wooded area on a warm and dark, starry night.
We had to escape my father’s cruel banter.
Schizophrenia overtook his mind like a rabid raccoon.
I became well acquainted with Walt Disney and Dr. Seuss.
As little girls do, I also dreamed of finding my Prince,
To one day escape my world of fragile glass,
That fears the casting of stones.
By attending Church, mother instilled a great Faith.
Train up a child in the way that he should go;
and when he gets older, he will not depart from it—
So, the Good Book goes.
These gifts mother bestowed upon her daughter,
made me strong and wise, if I had to journey alone.
But, the walk alone is so difficult and painful to bear,
Without anyone to give me sound advice.
So, everything must be learned the hard way–
Trial and error, ups and downs, failure and success.
With unknown courage, somewhere deep inside,
Her grown little girl faces the challenge.
My Faith will send me where I belong.