Pink netted tutus,
Prom dresses,
and sneaky boyfriends
passed before her.
School Halloween parties,
track meets,
and blatantly blown curfews
became invisible memories.
Statuesquely she sat in the same chair,
never moving, looking up, or uttering
anything
except
“Darling, fill my wine.”
25 comments:
Whoa! Not Mother of the Year, I gather.
Oh dear. That is sad.
Oh boy, that did break my heart. Good one, Gina.
That kind of omission and blatant ignorance of childhood hints at a loss no One should have to endure. Beautiful write, sad heart.
Ouch! Your writing stabs my heart. Good one, though. :-)
I really liked this (even though it's a tragedy). You had some great word choices, and I loved the rhythm.
Yep! Some deep rooted problems. I clearly remember My friend making dinner for her dad and sister at a very young age.
It is. I understand more about the situation now, as an adult.
Thanks, Jo-Anne!
It was a sad situation, Today, it is much better but there is no replacing or repairing that time. My childhood friend, whose mother this is about, is a different woman now and I am happy for them.
In my life...I am with my mom now on vacation. Two different worlds!
Yikes! Thanks, wizard word!!!
I appreciate the positive feedback Kinley!
It breaks mine too! It's a callous situation when parents put tier children in those places.
Ouch! I hope she had a good reason for her attitude...
Yikes. You know I love my wine but to nurse it instead of raising your kids. Painful image, all the more so because this is reality for some, like your friend.
Powerful. All those visuals just washing over her in a drunken haze. This is excellent. (Now where is MY wine...?)
Really great characterization!
Sad how addiction can make some people indifferent to the beauty of life and of their children growing up. You don't say addiction; this might be a one time thing. But I don't think so.
She wasn't happy in her marriage. No excuse!
I remember my friend, from an early age, making dinner for her dad and sister. In high school, we'd go there because we could get away with anything! I love my wine too but...
I didn't have large enough word count to write that she sat in that chair and read. Occasionally, I would sit down with her and ask about the book. She was always reading the latest best seller. I enjoyed that part.
Thank you, Kristin!
She was very much an alchohlic.
Love the juxtoposition of the pink pink and the last line!
Thank you, Jody! I liked that too.
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