My mother will always love my father..
She knows that she is beautiful because of my father
As a child, I longed for my parents to get back together
Tugging selfishly at my moms heart, pulling roughly at my dad's arm..
I wanted them to be hand in hand..
Staring at old wedding pictures that never happened and pictures from when mommy was in labor..
I'd tape them to my wall and the desks that sat in my room..
I'd stare at them at night..
I'd say,"Goodnight mommy.Goodnight daddy"..
Indirectly speaking to my mother..
I wouldn't talk to her for weeks - Just the picture..Because I was mad at her decision to not be with my father
Of course then I didn't understand that she'd ALWAYS love him..
I'd pry my ears open, and listen to my mothers rhythmetic voice as she talked on the phone..
Not with someone she loved, but with someone that held her interest..Just as much as Pastor did, or our next neighbor, as she'd tell my mom about the rabbits that tryed to climb in her garden..
Mom didn't care..
And so she'd talk on the phone realllll late at night.
Voice almost faint..Held it at a whisper so that I could hear bits and pieces of the conversation..
She'd joke and laugh
She'd seem happy
But at the time, I didn't know that mother would always love father..
"He's a bum...... Candi loves that man though" she'd say.. giggling.
But little did I know..
Mother would always love father..
He's the reason why she knew that she was beautiful..
He's the reason why she showed her legs that summer he drove to MD to get me..
Some songs will always be my fathers..
Some recipes will always be my fathers..
Some dresses will always be my fathers..
He will always be the first man that showed her how to drive a stick..
Mother will always love father.