I love my mom, I really do, but tomorrow is mothers day, and I am at a loss.
Last year I wrote her a poem, and I give her a craft almost every year, and she does of course love chocolate, but we are a low-budget family, so I can't exactly go to target and buy her some.
I want it to be something special, as her part in my life has been emphasized even more lately, in ways both good and bad.
Her part in my dram scape as of late has been that of a savor, who comes down to rescue me from the nightmares and monsters that chase me upon occasion. Just this morning she woke me from a terrible dream, chasing away the fear with her warm embrace.
She is my mentor, my guiding light, my back-up that I call in when I've gone to deep into the mire and need a little rescuing.
I wish to pay her a tribute that is worthy of someone so amazing, so wonderful, and so pertinent to my survival.
Who is it that saves you when your dream scape begins to eat you alive?
Who is it that you try and protect from the terrors of their dream scape?
Who is it that leads you down the dark passage to safety?
Who is it that leads you back to the monsters?
Be careful out there, the terrors are real.
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