A Dirty Moss of Green
After daddy slinks out, suitcase in hand, mama patches and paints cracks on the eggshell walls. Outside, the sun is struggling behind the bruised clouds. Inside, I’m struggling to purge what daddy’s left behind. Mama plucks an album from the pile,
Santana on the cover, Lion-in-your-face roar. She cranks up the volume until the speakers chant, until our shoulders sway. Daddy’s shag, a dirty moss of green beneath our bare feet. Rain spits against the window. The damp smell of summer
clinging to our hair. We shake our ponytails loose. Mama paints our faces pretty, and we dance ourselves clean.
Photo Credit: Sam I Am
Mama always knows how to make things better. Kudos to mothers.
You Karen make 100 words so interesting! My heart & love are with you!!!!
Auntie
Love this.
Thank you!🙂
I like it! Sweet ending, too.
Thank you! 🙂