Mommy Is Crying

Mother is blowing, her nose, into her bed sheets. Sobbing, historically, uncontroably! I run up, but stop at the door. She's just crying, wailing. Her cries make me cringe, her cries, are heard from the moans of thousands, of tormented souls, of breavement. I took a deep breath, and walk into the room. There she is weeping. "Mommy why are you crying?" She looked at me, with eyes of pure suffering, sadness, something troubled her. I gazed into her eyes, but I looked away. There I saw her hands, mixed with blood, sweat, and tears. I backed up in fear, horror! "Mommy, mommy no!" "I killed him, I killed him!" I stood in shock! "My mother the murderer?" It was an accident, a mistake! Daddy tripped, over mom's foot, and he fell to his death! Mommy continued to cry, wished she was next to die, only asking why, asking why? "Will daddy be back?" I asked. "No son, were alone." From that day, she has held my hand, making sure, love, hugs, have come my way. Growing up, with no role-model, growing up, with no leader. Forced to be humiliated, belittled, by the ignorant school kids. "Your daddy, ran away from you, your father is a dead-beat!" I turned away from, the passing storm, seeking rufuge, only to be ejected by tears. Years passed, memories, fly to the sky. "What might have beens" scramble, scatter, my confused mind. Knowing father,is glancing from above, looking at his son, and helpless widow. Let me pray, let me pray, let me, maybe gay, any chance any day! But I never will forget, i'll always remember the day, remember the time, remember when I saw Mommy cry! ~CWMMore like a prose. Don't know, don't get the message, at all. I'm speechless. ~CWM Written March 26th, 2002 © on Mar 26 2002 01:20 PM PST   0 • 1