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Mom's Sweater
She used to wear that thing to school. I was embarrassed by it. The wrap around hat that covered her whole head in the fall. No one else had a mother that wore that type of hat.
I remembered years past when she was more daunting with the weather. No sunscreen in the blistering sun of the summers at the peach festival in Lewiston.
It didn't matter now. I was standing in Chicago and wishing I had one of those hats. It was one of those, "be careful what you wish for, you just might get it" things. I'd made the clean break in college, and I was standing on the corner of Lincoln avenue freezing to death.
It had all seemed to fit together so well. The fraternity, the college, the job at AT&T, the perfect marriage, to the perfect wife. And now all I wish for is that hat. There are troubles you can't even explain to a normal individual, things you will do that you never would have done, when it all caves in.
I remembered the days when my grandmother tucked into her warm coats, would buy us a coke at McDonalds. And then I thought what it wouldn't be if I could get my hands on something to drink.
"Change?"
The grate looks warm. I think I'll sleep there...
I think I'll sleep there.
She used to wear that thing to school. I was embarrassed by it. The wrap around hat that covered her whole head in the fall. No one else had a mother that wore that type of hat.
I remembered years past when she was more daunting with the weather. No sunscreen in the blistering sun of the summers at the peach festival in Lewiston.
It didn't matter now. I was standing in Chicago and wishing I had one of those hats. It was one of those, "be careful what you wish for, you just might get it" things. I'd made the clean break in college, and I was standing on the corner of Lincoln avenue freezing to death.
It had all seemed to fit together so well. The fraternity, the college, the job at AT&T, the perfect marriage, to the perfect wife. And now all I wish for is that hat. There are troubles you can't even explain to a normal individual, things you will do that you never would have done, when it all caves in.
I remembered the days when my grandmother tucked into her warm coats, would buy us a coke at McDonalds. And then I thought what it wouldn't be if I could get my hands on something to drink.
"Change?"
The grate looks warm. I think I'll sleep there...
I think I'll sleep there.