This morning as my son and I was waiting for his school bus, we were having small talk. As his bus approached I sent him off. One memory struck my mind. It was a time I shared with my mother. My memories with her are embedded because there weren’t many. I was raised by my father. The association came from the love my son has and the Pureness in his soul. I remember my mom frantic. I asked her what was wrong? Could I help? She told me she was looking for money. I’m not sure if I asked her what for. I do remember digging in between the couches, under the couches, and anywhere else my 5 year old self could fit. All I found was pennies. She gave me this look of defeat and compassion and thanked me. It was not enough. I learned later in my adolescence, why we were searching.
To find out why and more look out for my memoir.
I am trapped
I gave my key away
Emotions are disarray
Almost seen better days
An eclipse took that away
I need to dig deep
I’m the only one who could help –
I need to make a key
And keep it beside me
No longer will I give it away
Like myself my heart is in a cage
And I’ve been rattling and banging
Flipping over with all my rage
I’m not sure what I should do
Next time it has to be fool proof
Your life is effected by those who you choose to have influence over it
His relationship with his mother will tell you what you can expect out of the relationship you two will have together.
And don’t ever try to come in between but join