1 July 2009

"So tell me now, if this ain't love, then how do we get out?
'Cause I don't know."

"Savior"--Rise Against

I remember, when I was very young,
my mother and I lived in a trailor.
It was a tin shoebox, a house on wheels,
but I didn't understand that then.
I didn't understand that it was
a sign of how low we were in
the great wide world. I didn't know
that it was second hand, and I wouldn't've
cared if I had. It was home.

And I remember sitting on the deck out back,
laughing, and being held tight. I remember
the smells of breakfast in the morning
after my single mom had worked all night.
I remember friendly shadows and lush carpets
and a plastic sandbox where dreams
were built, crushed, and recycled ceaselessly.
I remember running my fingers through our
dog's thick fur and waking up to a woman
humming "You are my sunshine..."

Things have changed since then. There's
no denying that. Things have changed, and
my mother says they've changed for the better.
She says we have a better life now, because
she has a better job where she makes better
money which pays for her better house. I
don't even know when she stopped humming.

But I remember what home was like.
It felt like ice cubes in summer
and hay bales in autumn and hot
chocolate in winter and old turtle
shells in spring. It smelled like
dogs and dirt and cheap perfume,
and tasted like macaroni and
scrambled eggs.

I miss home.

Merlin

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Audience of One--Rise Against
Savior--Rise Against