THAT'S HOW I REMEMBER MOMMA

Short lil story, a letter really, written by someone one maybe me maybe not but hope it projects that one should love the one who loves you the most your momma

This is a letter written by someone in response to an homage given by another to their mother who had just passed away.. Posted this to say don't take for granted the one who loves you the most , your momma ...

For like my friend here he never got the chance to show his love or recieve that same love .. Not the most pleasant of stories but one that i felt should be shared to show how lucky one is to have a mother to be remembered in a most loving way

Why my dear you have brought tears to my eyes as I know this homage to your mother has brought to many others. How well you projected your love for her as well as how much she loved all of you ...simply put ...BEAUTIFUL.

Myself I have not such found memories...I was born of forced marriage ...back in the 40's it was not acceptable to have a child and not be someone’s wife....My mother was the oldest of 4 she being the only daughter hence 3 brothers...She was the apple of her mothers eye and also daddy's little girl .. Now that all changed when little old me arrived.

Seems the forced wedding was just that, forced... never did see my father (well did once and what an interesting story I will share that with you if interested)

So as I understand it her parents, my now maternal grand parents, where so ashamed the moved from Long Island to the little town in upstate NY to avoid what they called their humiliation. They left my mother on her own at the age of 19 with a baby to boot... Not a good thing in the 40's for a 19 yr old with baby and being alone ...Well guess her parents now felt guilty so the let her and her little bundle of joy , or the little b*****d as I was told I was called, move in with them.. Must have been a real sore spot for them for they sent me away to Syracuse to an orphanage. Always remember Syracuse with fine memories ha ha. Anyway guess my mother could not live without me ha so she came back and got me a few days later ...against her mothers will for sure...Now I can't say exactly the correct date but know from what has filtered down to me it was around Dec 15 yr of 1948.. For some reason I can remember snow on the ground ...well anyway 3 days later they found her hanging from a rafter in the old barn we had..

She was 21 and beautiful but was so tormented by her parents... My last memories of her was seeing her on the kitchen floor after they had cut her down ...rope was still entangled around her ...her brother trying to push me away so I would not see.. I remember too asking him why is momma lying on the floor with all those people around her ?? I do not remember though what he said and still ,though we have talked many times, have not conjured up the courage to ask him any more about that day

There is much more to this story to unfold and more to be written but right now I shall end it with these words

THAT'S HOW I REMEMBER MOMMA.

Author's Note

Not a normal Tarnished Knights work but something that just flowed from his keyboard this morning started as only a trickle of words then turned into raving rapids of emotions your comments will be will be well received good bad or indiffernt
thanks for taking th etime to read
TK

Reviews

[Kenneth The Poet]

Heavy piece, brother