Mother

All throughout their lives,
my parents were heavy drinkers
Social drinkers;
Out with friends.
It came with the package!

Then along came I...

I reached 15, and my older brothers married and flew the coup,
leaving my, close to retirement, parents to deliberate about down sizing;
no sorry...
My FATHER to deliberate with HIMSELF about down sizing!

Being brought up in a city,
moving to a semi rural area, ‘my father’s idea of elitism I think’,
was a bit of a culture shock for me,
but I quickly adapted.

Same school, just different home.
For me, I neither liked nor disliked the new setup;
at 15, there were far more pressing issues in my life!

Someone who didn’t adapt as well, was my Mother...

She was also brought up around that area,
and her family and friends had always been close at hand;

Now she was alone!

Looking up at the lamp shade one day,
I saw the silhouette of a bottle,
and true to the image’s depiction,
it was a bottle;
a small bottle of vodka to be exact!

As time went on, more and more bottles were discovered;
and the more bottles found;
the more devious she became,
honing her craft to an expert level.

Over the coming years she split into two creatures:

A mother;

A monster!

Her deadly wicked tongue;
spitting venom at whoever may dare to stand between her and the serum!

Her problems clouded me;
clouded our relationship,
and at that age, I was unable to see through the fog;
there was only one point of view...

Mine!

This continued long after I left home,
and although far too samey to write about it here,
it was equally as depressing!

She eventually died in that bottle a few years later.

So, who was she?
Well...

She was warm;
fun loving;
a protector;

a caring mother, who, after her last purpose had gone, was left lonely,
and desperately unhappy in a new barren land.

She filled a crater of monotony with booze and drowned in it!

But more importantly...

She was someone!

Sorry Mum x