Sunday, May 9, 2021

Mother

 

When I open my Mother’s cook book, I smell L’Air du Temps, stale cigarette smoke and regrets.
When my Father left, it destroyed her.
She drank to forget and drank some more to forget
She was drinking. 
I asked help from her family and they told me to be a good Christian 
And forgive. 
Therapy helped me realize that I should let it go. 
I did such a good job of this that I don’t exactly remember 
What year she passed. I know it was December...the 15th? 2011 or 2012? 
When I think about this I smell L’Air du Temps, stale cigarette smoke and regrets.