the sadden truth of mothers nature

My eyes flutter, it’s bright. I see orange.

my eyes flutter once more but this time they stay open as I look up into the soft sky.

I see a soft orangey pink glow dart across the horizon. Sunset…

I pull my self up against the cold cooler, it held the picnic I had packed.

I put my arms up and let out a big stretch.

I rub my sleepy heavy eyes, This time I see beautiful green grass that extents into a crystal blue riverbank.

I Hear The singing sounds of the birds conversing with each other.

I gather my thoughts and slowly start to stand,

As I make my way down the to river I see a baby daisy. I bend down.

Its So tiny, fragile and innocent as if it hasn’t yet seen the worlds terrors.

The daisy sends me into a memory

I see my baby self, maybe 4 or 5. Im happy.

I see my moms smile and hear her laugh as we play in the garden of my childhood house. I feels so real. I snap back to reality, I remember that piece of my heart is gone.

My mother who was my hero. The one who I admired most in this world is gone.

Now she is a stranger who drowns her sorrows at the bottom of a bottle.

I take one more glance at the daisy as a tear slides down my cheek as i turn to leave.

I pack up and head home, I lay my stuff on the kitchen counter as I head to the freezer.

I pull out a bottle sit on the couch and I think to myself. Maybe I too will find happiness at the bottom of this bottle.