Would the Memories Devour Her?

Would the Memories Devour Her? Sarah Jean sat slumped in the old black chair She could only muster a cold blank stare Since the death of her son she didn’t care Memories assaulted her-“Unfair!” To take her youngest son and leave her here She flinched at the thought of him leaving home He dribbled the ball, spun, snatched the keys from the hook His golden grilled smile would be her last look Lawrence leaped before her like a hologram She could hear his voice playful even with a demand “T’ Lady this just is not what we do You taught me life was for living Now you’re claiming that your life is through” “Call me Mama, boy” she scolded “or I’m going to get you!” Rhea Dear