For Mom
It was five years ago today. I could have never been closer to my mom, I remember her dropping me off for my fifth day of kindergarten. I was there for fifteen minutes and as I peaked at the door I saw my uncle John slip through the pink screened door. My teacher, Mrs. Harrison, gave my uncle a quick nod in order to let him come get me. My uncle was the only man my mom ever spoke too, at least when I was around. But by the look in Uncle John’s eyes I could tell something was horribly wrong. We buckled up into his ford ranger and hummed toward Moms work. Mom worked just down the street from our trailer park. I could see cation tape around a certain part of the road. There was too much for me to handle, Sirens blaring, Cars screeching, and …show more content…
He knows what I wanted and I’m almost positive he got it, the new Atari 2.0. He handed me the semi – large box and I ripped it open like a bear prowling its prey. There it was a brand new, record player. I thanked Kyler for the “spectacular” gift he got me. I wasn’t very happy with what I had received but I was grateful that he thought of me. I blitzed in toward the kitchen with the record player sitting in my left hand like I was tony Dorsett carrying the football for another touchdown. I read the little tiny hand book they gave me to go along with the record player. I flipped on a tune by Michael Jackson, I found under the cabinet. The song was called “Rockin Robbin.”
I thought to myself, “This Michael Jackson dude sounds like a little kid.” But I loved it. I loved everything about music, the beats, the singers, the bands, it was all great but I don’t have any music of my own. I realized for once in my life I didn’t feel like my momma was in my mind, I am momma free.
That night I heard heavy screeches on the window, it was already raining and dad and my stepmom had already hit the hay. Whenever it rains I think about mom, everything to me is about