The Taste of Peach...
It snowed yesterday. I went to buy shoes and hoses for my interview, almost got stuck because of snow. All that kinda fell away though because I was thinking about March Water.
Mama used to make March Water, you catch the first snow of March and when it melts put the water into jars. If you put the water on burns it’s icy cold and will bring down the swelling. Dad went to the liquor store to get Everclear, he’s tincturing a plant, and I picked up Peach Schnapps because I was thinking of Mom.
I go weeks where I don’t really think about her, I mean she’s there. In my dreams, somewhere in the back of my mind, but then something will bring her to me in sharp focus and...I ache for her to be here.
I want to tell her I understand, that I love her and I was wrong to be mad at her so much. I want to tell her I understand and I miss her but I can’t because tombstones give no sense of hearing.
I want my mom today, I want her to have been at graduation, and I want her to know what I am and be proud. I want another chance with what I know now.
I can’t forgive myself for how I acted before her death, teenage oddness or not, and after her death I knew her as a person...I knew that we were more alike then I ever thought and I want her to know that.
Think I’ll make a Fuzzy Navel and drift....
Mama used to make March Water, you catch the first snow of March and when it melts put the water into jars. If you put the water on burns it’s icy cold and will bring down the swelling. Dad went to the liquor store to get Everclear, he’s tincturing a plant, and I picked up Peach Schnapps because I was thinking of Mom.
I go weeks where I don’t really think about her, I mean she’s there. In my dreams, somewhere in the back of my mind, but then something will bring her to me in sharp focus and...I ache for her to be here.
I want to tell her I understand, that I love her and I was wrong to be mad at her so much. I want to tell her I understand and I miss her but I can’t because tombstones give no sense of hearing.
I want my mom today, I want her to have been at graduation, and I want her to know what I am and be proud. I want another chance with what I know now.
I can’t forgive myself for how I acted before her death, teenage oddness or not, and after her death I knew her as a person...I knew that we were more alike then I ever thought and I want her to know that.
Think I’ll make a Fuzzy Navel and drift....