The noise…..

Eyes

Glance

To a list

Fresh ink

Add new tasks

Cell phone chimes

Another text, email, perhaps a calendar reminder?

From the counter

Grab the bag

Head for the door

Fingertips

Revealing

More care is needed

Wipe the crumbs away

Sink teeth

Into bagel

Spin

Full circle

Dash

For the garbage

Spitting out

Moldy contents

Drop to the floor

This noise

Is too much

Inside the purse

Hands collect

A book

Snuggle

Against

The hard wall

A dress with heels

On a kitchen floor

As noises fade

Focusing

Entirely

On

Their maker

May He be The Noise you also hear above all others

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The lost boy

His name….Jordan
I knew exactly who he was
Another ‘lost boy’, intent to corrupt my son
I inquire
And learn
They’ve been friends about 6 months
My son shares more…
Jordan is on probation
For possession of prescription drugs that were not his
Mentally…I’ve just labeled him
Inform my son to avoid contact
For the most part, he adheres
Hanging out only on rare occasions
‘The lost boy’ is doing better now, he informs me
More details to ‘lost boys’ story…
Picked on by the cops
First offense
Wants to stay on the right path
I listen
But motherly instinct kicks in
I decide this boy is not welcome in “my” home
(in retrospect, this is “our”home….sigh)
A few more weeks pass
I see ‘the lost boy’ out
Walking
Other times longboarding
He’s short
Dark brown hair
Too long
Wearing a baseball cap, skate rat kind
His hair feathering to the right a failed attempt at concealing his eyes
What they are hiding?
I don’t care to know
Blue
And empty
I refuse to look directly into them
Not that his would ever make an effort to meet mine
His face
Overgrown with acne
He is not my problem

A single parent

I have enough of my own
The ‘lost  boy’ appears out of nowhere at our home, requesting a reminder be issued to my songraduation ceremony
My son comes home from work early, announcing he’s off to graduation for some friends
“Jordan was here.” I announce it as it instantly falls flat to the ground with my disgust
My son responds….
“Mom, he lives with his grandparents, okay? And he doesn’t have a mom or dad, they’re gone, or they don’t care or something, I don’t know. He lives way clear across town and doesn’t have a car. So he probably walked all the way over here because he wanted someone to go to his ceremony today. I don’t think his grandma and grandpa are even giving him a party, even if they would he wouldn’t have anyone there. I told you, he doesn’t have any friends. He’s really shy, but he is a good kid. Sometimes I think he might be taking pills or something, but I don’t ask him. I just tell him to try and be a good kid; he knows he’ll go to jail if he messes up again. And he’s really afraid of going to jail mom, he told me. You always tell me not to judge. He doesn’t have a nice house, or a nice family or nice anything. So I’m gonna go and watch him graduate. That’s all.”

With that, my son leaves

and I am left alone…..

Feeling lost

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