RDP Monday: CERTAIN

PHOYOGRAPHER UNKNOWN
When she was little
she remembered yelling at her Mother,
” You don’t love me, everyone knows it’s true!”
and for years and years she tried to remember what her Mother had said
in reply.
All she could recall was the look on her Mother’s face-
the confusion, that’s what she remembered seeing- confusion
and that animal trapped in a corner look in her Mother’s eyes that must
have burned away the memory of what her Mother angrily responded
to such a horrible accusation coming from her first born child.
That memory turned up, always uninvited, to holiday dinners, it barged into the
bathroom when she was putting
on her makeup in the morning, it chased her when she was running for her bus after
work, it followed her when she was walking her dog- and it whispered in her ear that
her Mother must have said something, she was certain of it and then her
She turned that memory over in mind again and again and then one day she realized
she couldn’t remember what her Mother had said because
her Mother had never said anything at all.