Charloft: Friday: Mother Memories
Cross-Posted from charloft. Let me know what you think.
Written from the point of view of my protagonist a few days after he finds himself trapped in an alien world, having to deal with things beyond his understanding.
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Make a list of memories you have of your mother. Whether good, bad, or indifferent - there's bound to be some memories there. If you never knew or can't remember your mother, feel free to make a list of someone else you consider a maternal figure.
My mother
I remember the smell of Christmas dinner waking me in the morning,
I remember the tender smile and hug, even when I pretended to object,
I remember her silently sitting down with chocolate ice cream and two spoons when my first girl friend dumped me.
And she never talked, was just silent support
I remember when…
Oh hell, I'm sorry, I can't do this. I lost her just a week ago. Or got lost from her, I'm not really sure. All I know is I don't seem to be on Earth anymore (I've given up believing in impossible, if you'd seen what I have you would too), or if I am it is a different decade. But I want to write this, yet it makes me want to pick up a sword and march unprepared to the nearest guy I can pick a fight with. So, I think I shall write this of my father instead. He has been gone - not dead, despite what everybody says - over a decade now. The pain is still strong but age has numbed the corners.
I remember you,
I remember the way you would hug me tight and swing me around,
I remember you always knowing when I was upset without me saying a word,
I remember you ditching all your mates to take me out for the day,
And I remember telling you I was being bullied and you not ragging me out to Mum.
I remember you teaching me to throw a punch to get them off my back
I remember being woken by your aftershave, knowing, after months of waiting, that you were really home,
I remember you ditching the burnt dinner when Mum wasn't looking so we could go for a take away,
And you promising to always be my best friend and never leave me,
I remember the first time I saw you cry, a boy had thrown himself in front of your train - you thought it was me,
I remember you clinging to me for weeks, I never wanted you to let go,
I remember you becoming happy again, taking me out and messing around, life was perfect,
And I remember Mum telling me you were gone and never coming back, but you stuff was still in your drawers,
I remember waiting for you to come home, sure it would be a surprise you'd planned,
I remember the scary policeman coming home, speaking to mum and leaving her crying,
I remember they said you were dead, killed in a rock fall, and having a memorial for you,
I remember running away, not going,
And I never believed any of it.
Because I remember you saying you'd always be here for me,
Because I remember you saying I could explore the countryside because you would always find me and bring me home,
Because I remember your last words to me being "I love you",
And where are you now dad?
I am lost dad,
I need you to come and find me dad,
I need you to tell me everything will be aright dad,
And I need you to take me home because you can't be dead, I need you, where are you?
I remember you,
I remember you,
I remember you,
And I'm beginning to wonder if you even remember me.
I don't think I'm on Earth anymore, or at least not in the same millennium, I need you to find me though dad, to take me home. I feel so lost. They seem to think I'm their saviour as is written in their religious books. I may be a man now, but I need you more than ever. I wish you were here t hold me again and tell me it was all alright. Where are you?
Author's note: I know it said your mother or a maternal figure, but the father was the one that really grabbed me. I hope this is OK