Thank You and other Poems

The Dream

My mom set the food on the table

The steaming food smelled amazing

Mom smiled and went back to the kitchen

She came back with a book about PTSD

Otherwise known as Post Traumatic Stress Disorder

The book opened to a page about shock

And how the victim will fall into a deep sleep

And think everything is fine

They wouldn’t know what is going on

They may not even know about what happened.

They just live in their own, little, perfect world.

I looked up at my mom.

But for a second

She wasn’t my mom

“What is it, sweety?”

“Nothing mom. Nothing is wrong.”

“Ok. Let me go get a drink for you” she smiled and left

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The window next to me had my dad in it. He was crying.

HE was saying something, but I couldn’t make it out

I walked over to him

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Carrie! Carrie!! Please!! PLEASE!! Please Carrie….

He stopped banging on the window and slowly fell to the floor.

“Mom! Mom! Something’s wrong!

Something’s wrong with dad!

Mom help!”

She came in.

She wasn’t my mom

She looked….

Different

Her jaw hung low.

Unnaturally low.

Her eyes were gone

“Stay here with my. Don’t worry about your father. He only means trouble.”

That’s when I remember.

My mom is dead.