Momma Memories : Part 1
On hands and knees I crawled across wood floors from the white canopy bed to momma's and daddy’s bedroom for safety
From pitch blackness and street lamp shadows projected across pale yellow shears
Eyes wide open…no sleep…But momma
Four feet away
A cracked door beckons me
On bony knees and elbows shuffling to momma’s side
Reaching, stooping
Gently folding myself into the Queen blanket, next to the Queen
Like a warm invitation
She knew her vow to care even in the midnight hour
I slept
But first a prayer that daddy doesn’t return me to the white canopy
When daylight breaks
Two bodies gone
More space for me
Head resting on momma’s pillow brings on a cheesy grin
I made it through the night
It’s oatmeal, homemade bread and Home Juice
Next
Errands with momma
No car, just a ten speed with my seat attached
Tucked, belted and safe
In back of the Queen
Down Southside Chicago streets, across railroad tracks,
And the breeze that follows us wherever we go
Reminds me of the freedom I feel with momma