Mother

Mother, she called to me

Mother, she beckoned me

Mother, she held her arms out

Mother, she held me tight

After many long years

Her face I saw again

For one brief moment

Happiness, she gave to me

In her lap, my first words were spoken

Under her gaze, my first steps were taken

She blessed me with a good life

And said goodbye before I could remember

When I saw her again, after many a year

She held out her hand, and guided me in

My home, my world, my first breath of air

She gave it all back to me

And under her watchful eyes

I took a giant step

I looked back as I went down the new road

Mother, tears in her eyes,

She smiled at me...

Blue Nights

Beneath the Blue haze

The Purple Lady waits

Her lips smack scarlet

Green bills stain her hands

In the dead of the night

When the whole world snores

And the roads of the city

belong to the guns, the knives, the whores

The last cigarette she puffs

Waiting for her man to come

But the dusty road stays dusty still

And the mute dog stays dumb

With one hand on her cigarette
The other scratching the dog's ears

"I know 'tis late now, sweetheart

But I also know he will be here"

And so they waited

The mistress and her dog

Waiting to hear the master's footsteps

But the quiet night got quieter still

And yet those steps stayed away

When the last embers of the cigarette burnt out

And the dog lay down on her lap

The long awaited footsteps were heard once more

The man, after the long night, was back

Under his arms, he held a package

A promise for the lady and her dog

A spare blanket, a pillow, and one clean sheet

A few nights more

She'd sleep well

"Thank you, mister, you're ever so kind"

Said the lady beneath the purple neon sign

The dog wagged his tail

He'd sleep well too tonight

"Goodnight, you two," said the man, and walked away

Listening to two songs back to back by Phil Collins brought about this little piece. Inspired by Another Day in Paradise and Mama (Genesis).

Made of Tears

She cried

In that, she was lost

For you were made of tears

And those teardrops, she kissed

Now she holds them close

The teardrops that cling to her cheeks

The last remnant of you

For you were made of tears

In her eyes, she held you

For many a year

Her dreams, her fantasies

She shared with you

And then, that cold bristly night

She cried

And in that, you were lost

For you were made of tears

This post was inspired Joe Satriani's Made of Tears. Thanks to Annie for introducing me to that song.

55 Fiction: Good Morning

The morning sun was shining through the draped windows, and he could see her lying next to him. She was beautiful, and the sun bouncing over her made him wish he could stay like that forever, lying next to her.

"Alright, it's time to wake up," he said.

"Woof!" she answered, wagging her tail.