Childhood Memory
The bright neon lights glistened and gleamed
Dancing and twirling across the black night sky
Before they were distorted by the blur
As the car went whizzing by
The warm summer night is teeming with magic
And bursting at the seams with exhilaration
As I took in the night life
Gaping in awe with large innocent owl-like eyes
The enchantment only seemed to augment when my mother and I
Were seated at the solid wood bar
I felt on top of the world
On top of that smooth red cushioned bar stool
I beamed over at my Mom but,
Of course I recognized that look in her glassy blue eyes
She was no longer my Mom
Her long blond hair unkempt
Her speech suddenly slurred
Suffocated by the sea of alcohol she consumed
All the words posing as a single one
The spicy scent of her perfume masked
By the foul stomach churning odor
Of the drinks on her breath
No this was not my mother
Now, now she was Cindy
That is when I noticed the mob of men that seemed to appear
Circled around us like a pack of insidious wolfs
Making me feel as meek and helpless
As a lost little lamb
Lust in their dark intimidating eyes
As they were ready to reap the innocence from mine
They we all talking to her,
Buying her more noxious drinks,
More poison
Panic arose inside as I watched our opportunity of escape
Slowly dwindle until it vanished without us
I tugged, tugged, tugged at her soft flowy shirt
Desperate to vanish without a trace
But with a couple of cold flicks of her wrist
I was shooed away; I was getting in her way
Of fun and a good time
My eyes stung and swelled
With hot burning tears
As I gave into the heart wrenching feeling of complete defeat
And that empty lonely feeling lasted years, and yet
As I drive that same windy road,
And watch the same bright neon lights,
And pass that same place,
Where it all started,
I can smile to myself and know that,
At the same young impressionable age she was
Where she began her “bad habits”
Creating a path of pain and tears
I can hold my head high,
Proving to those that have doubted my ability
To be everything she never was
I did not follow her path, no
But rather, I created my own.