Moments that felt like holding on to something that is slipping away
I am from Christmas mornings Heart leaping A childβs excitement Pulling my father down the stairs He is all scattered gray hair Pointing every which a way And a soft Scottish accent, Chuckling, And my mother is all smiles, Eyes bright and laughing
But always, the smile is pulled tight And behind it all, Pain, Pain resting upon her Like an invisible cloak
And I am cross legged on the floor Eyes bright with the reflection of Christmas lights Pushing away the too-old-for-my-age knowledge that One day One day my mother is going to break
And I am going to lose her.
Written in five minutes as part of an "I am from" challenge during a writing class. Memories of my childhood.