When I was lttle,
mommy used to read to me
and rock me to sleep with her.
When lightning grabbed my fear by it's throat,
she would always make room in her bed.
When I was little,
Problems could be solved with a glass of milk and cookies,
and the only thing I worried about was
Missing cartoons.
Mommy used to tell me stories
of magic and dragons and fortune.
Mommy used to laugh and the way she laughed...
The way she laughed made the sun shine brigher
it made the moon grin and the stars gleam.
Mommy was my hero.

When I was a young teenager,
mommy worked a lot
and did not come home until late.
When lightning grabbed my fear by it's throat,
I had to sit and bury myself in the covers.
When I was a young teenager,
problems were kept to myself with a pen and paper,
and the only thing I worried about was
Death.
Mommy used to tell me stories
of greed and lust and anger.
Mommy used to cry and the way she cried...
The way she cried made angels commit suicide
made the clocks break and the mirrors rust.
Mommy was my questionable fate.

When I was a young adult,
mommy faded away
and I didn't see her again.
When lightning grabbed my fear by it's throat,
I would lay awake for hours in bed.
When I was a young adult,
problems were solved by drugs and Smirnoff shots,
and the only thing I worried about was
Never waking up.
Mommy was just like one of her stories
of lost hope and vanishing acts.
Mommy used to scream and the way she screamed...
The way she screamed made sinners cry
made me leave my safehouse and steal her car.
Mommy was my forgotten past.

When I was an adult,
mommy died
and she might go to Heaven or Hell.
When lightning grabbed my fear by it's throat,
I thought of mommy when insomnia struck.
When I was an adult,
problems were solved by denial and beer,
and the only thing I worried about was
Making ends meet.
I read those old stories from mommy,
of magic and dragons and true love...
and I laughed.
I laughed the way mommy laughed and cried and screamed the way mommy did,
because life was just a joke with no punchline that just blended together
day after day.
And now...
mommy was life's punchline.



 
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