It’s a funny thing
a single song
can send me
back into
my memory.
Somewhere
out there
a melody
from a movie
I saw as a kid,
I hear that song
and feel
a tinge of sadness
as tears
threaten
to make
an unwanted
cameo appearance.
The first time
I heard this
I was with
my mother
in a small house
for abused women.
Somewhere
out there
in the past
before
things got
really bad,
they were bad
for her,
but I was ok.
I did not have a clue
what we were
going through.
Later,
the pain
that jaded her
would become
my shadow cloak
to wear,
as I looked
for somewhere
out there
where
I would be free,
from her rage.
I never really
found that place,
but when I hear
that song,
I can recall
my mother
before the fall.
Even at
a cynical
thirty-seven
a small part
of my heart
longs for
the loving mother
that was
somewhere out there
before those bad days.
Apr 10, 2018
Apr 10, 2018 at 12:26 PM UTC
It’s a funny thing
a single song
can send me
back into
my memory.
Somewhere
out there
a melody
from a movie
I saw as a kid,
I hear that song
and feel
a tinge of sadness
as tears
threaten
to make
an unwanted
cameo appearance.
The first time
I heard this
I was with
my mother
in a small house
for abused women.
Somewhere
out there
in the past
before
things got
really bad,
they were bad
for her,
but I was ok.
I did not have a clue
what we were
going through.
Later,
the pain
that jaded her
would become
my shadow cloak
to wear,
as I looked
for somewhere
out there
where
I would be free,
from her rage.
I never really
found that place,
but when I hear
that song,
I can recall
my mother
before the fall.
Even at
a cynical
thirty-seven
a small part
of my heart
longs for
the loving mother
that was
somewhere out there
before those bad days.
