I have been wearing her slip for weeks
The one she gave to me when I was sixteen
Vintage lace with an accordion pleat at the bottom
I have felt a connection to the woman she once was
Before the husband and children
Her flaming red hair and languid elegance
Her closet full of evening gowns and silk scarves
I have received three letters in one month
Scribbled on three pages front and back
She misses me and wants to see my children
Mostly
She writes to tell me how worried she is about my dad
She is always worrying about my dad
A grown man who should be worried about his mother
But he will always be her baby boy
And she will never see the damage he has done
The broken souls he has left in his selfish wake
My anger comes in waves and it is my self preservation
Letting it go day by day
He has the heart of an abadoned boy
Which makes it hard to hate him
I just wish he didn't make her worry
She should feel loved and at peace
Not alone in a nursing home
Scribbling letters to her granddaughter
Who is just trying to survive the wreckage...
~Amber Comber
