Woeful of the memories,
was I to blame!
Could I have changed that moment?
When he walked out of our timeline.
Altered futures of what would have been
happy moments.
But he was vacant like a parked car paying
for a spot never ever filled.
Still we waited on the clock before the pennies
ran out and then...
Tickets of denial, that he was there for us..
he threw pennies at the lap of our mother.
She cried inside ever strong...
We were young of innocence, thinking he was
there for us. But she was the guild that
caressed every fall,
every awkward question.
Denial was a strong venture for boys,
that thought the sun shone brightly.
In reality it was like the northern hemisphere
frozen for a time then thawed.
In reality, there was an absence of reconciliation.
daydreaming of perfection.
never realising...
That one took the personification of both.
And we gazed upon her as a not worthy.
But she brought us up in the wordless motion,
of abandonment, not wanting us to see the reality..
That our Dad was as worthless as the pennies he
threw in discord,
thinking that the copper
stepping stones were of worth to feed and put cloth on us.
She was the one that played the part of both.
gone is her words of wisdom..
But still her learning lives on..
We love you mother & Dad..
But realistically she was both, and when she passed..
She wasn't a loss of a singular person but
one that filled the footsteps of both..
Mum we miss you... every one that wasn't filled
not one footstep,
but one that filled both.
