THE WATCHER

The Day the Colors Changed

Kelly’s mom died and it has caused me to remember times when my mother was alive and how much I miss her. Mothers are not supposed to die, they are to be forever.

I remember the phone call from my sister, walking around in disbelief, trying to make arrangements to fly home and trying to figuring out what I could have done to save her. I will never forget waking up the next day and seeing that all the colors had changed. The greens were not green the blues were not blue. It was as if I was on a different planet, a parallel universe, all the same but very different.

I keep in mind that awful moment only as a gateway to remembering the times when she surpassed being human and transcended to motherhood. Loving me, watching me and believing in me.

She was flawed indeed, broken, bruised and wounded as we all are, but she was Mom. You will always be missed.

Motherless Child

Sometimes I feel
Like a motherless child
Sometimes I feel
Like a motherless child

Sometimes I wish I could fly,
Like a bird up in the sky
Sometimes I wish I could fly,
Like a bird in the sky
Little closer to home

Motherless children
Have a real hard time
Motherless children
Have a such a real hard time
So long so long so long

Sometimes I feel
Like a motherless child
Sometimes I feel
Like a motherless child
So far away

Sometimes I feel
Like freedom is near
Sometimes I feel
Like freedom is near
But we're so far away

Sometimes I feel
Like it's close at hand
Sometimes I feel
Like the freedom is near
But we're so far from home

Sometimes, sometimes,
Sometimes
So far, so far, so far,
So far Mama from you, so far

Harry Thacker Burleigh, (1866-1949)