True Story
they said when they found her
she was frozen
my god-mother who was a police officer
told me
they had to peel the ice laden sheets from
my mothers face
i knocked on the the door
the night before
when it swung open behind the iron guard gate
i stared at champagne
such an odd name
for a pit bull
having hated me for years
he lunged at the gate
why didn't i just leave?
why?
i ran to the back of the house and
broke the window
why was i panicking?
broke the window to draw him to the back
ran back to the front door
and tried...
mamma i tried....
to open the gate
champagne
such an odd name
hit the gate howling and growling
i wish i would have paid attention
to how he looked at me
i left defeated
and asked the neighbor if he had seen
my mom
"not today"
i found out the next day
that my mom was frozen stiff on that bed
all alone
while i knocked
outside
Copyright © Brian Anderson | Year Posted 2009
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