Robert Alan
01-17-2017, 02:22 AM
I recall my first encounter with death
My mother
Being just a boy coping with loss was beyond my grasp
It was beyond the figures of structured shapes
basic maths and grammar books
The day she hit my sister I remember the pit of my stomach dropping
Hollow, black, cold, alone
Directly behind the blow
On this road forced to travel daily
My brother and I fell silent
My sister too
The three quarter view of my mother driving and red faced
outside but just a blur of crystal blue skies and forest green hazes
resembling summer time oak trees and the salty air
Suede feeling on my hands and calves
The itch of the seat belt
Rubbed neck raw
Silence the choice of music for the remaining ride
Perhaps this was the incident that lead
To the cops
To the custody battles
Therapists
Special school counseling
Family battles mother and father sides
And the death of my mothers love
My mother
Being just a boy coping with loss was beyond my grasp
It was beyond the figures of structured shapes
basic maths and grammar books
The day she hit my sister I remember the pit of my stomach dropping
Hollow, black, cold, alone
Directly behind the blow
On this road forced to travel daily
My brother and I fell silent
My sister too
The three quarter view of my mother driving and red faced
outside but just a blur of crystal blue skies and forest green hazes
resembling summer time oak trees and the salty air
Suede feeling on my hands and calves
The itch of the seat belt
Rubbed neck raw
Silence the choice of music for the remaining ride
Perhaps this was the incident that lead
To the cops
To the custody battles
Therapists
Special school counseling
Family battles mother and father sides
And the death of my mothers love