I saw her for the first time last night.
It wasn't what I thought it would be. She was at choir practice with her church. And I was just watching as she tried to get the lyrics to a song right. It was a part with her in solo. A spoken part but she couldn't get it right. And one guy just kept trying to correct her. After about the fourth time I couldn't take it any more.
"Stop picking on the lady... man!"
"I just want the song right!" He said back in a stern voice.
"Maybe would could practice the lyrics outside, I can get you right!" I said back in a stern voice.
I could feel my nerves taking a shot of adrenaline. I was already trying to figure out in my mind, which is the best point of attack. He looked like he was in good shape so maybe the fake punch counter. Or maybe he had some skills more than me. I should let him show his lead then fake fear and then counter. Anyway, it doesn't really matter. I was there, you know, in that place where you have to hit something it might as well be this jerk yelling at my mom at choir practice.
Then I woke up.
I was still angry.
It took a couple of minutes for it to fade.
Then I was overwhelmed with a feeling of love.
It was just glad to see her why did it take so long.
My mother has been dead for at least four years and this is the first time I have seen her.
I had so much I wanted to say... but all I did was talk to some jerk.
I will see you next time mom.
I miss you soooo much.
It wasn't what I thought it would be. She was at choir practice with her church. And I was just watching as she tried to get the lyrics to a song right. It was a part with her in solo. A spoken part but she couldn't get it right. And one guy just kept trying to correct her. After about the fourth time I couldn't take it any more.
"Stop picking on the lady... man!"
"I just want the song right!" He said back in a stern voice.
"Maybe would could practice the lyrics outside, I can get you right!" I said back in a stern voice.
I could feel my nerves taking a shot of adrenaline. I was already trying to figure out in my mind, which is the best point of attack. He looked like he was in good shape so maybe the fake punch counter. Or maybe he had some skills more than me. I should let him show his lead then fake fear and then counter. Anyway, it doesn't really matter. I was there, you know, in that place where you have to hit something it might as well be this jerk yelling at my mom at choir practice.
Then I woke up.
I was still angry.
It took a couple of minutes for it to fade.
Then I was overwhelmed with a feeling of love.
It was just glad to see her why did it take so long.
My mother has been dead for at least four years and this is the first time I have seen her.
I had so much I wanted to say... but all I did was talk to some jerk.
I will see you next time mom.
I miss you soooo much.

