Maa ...Madre .. Mother
Smoke fills the air…
remnants of an addicted nature ...
An empty bottle by my side …
liquor a regular feature.
A future seemingly bleak...
My mind convoluting without brakes
I seek out the easiest escape route ,
one decision is all it takes.
As moments slither by ,
the ceiling fan seems friendlier ...
To end it all seems appropriate ,
a tragic end to a dismal failure
I look around for an alternative,
all routes showing none ...
I messed up bad, I know it,
Just a few more moments remaining ,
a sad conclusion to the million seconds before.
I steel myself towards the finality,
resignation writ large on my soul ....
And then the phone starts ringing
I wonder who the caller might be.
the incessant ring filling up the void
begging to be answered by me.
A tentative 'Maa' comes forth,
as I recognize the caller on the phone .
my eyes start pouring away
as my soul unburdens my woes
She proclaims no miraculous mantra
no grand statements of inspiration .
she simply connects to me
courage enough to challenge my damnation.
As I recall that call over the years
my beautiful daughter by my side
a few roses for a stony grave
and for my dear mother who never died.
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