She was gone. I thought on that a long time ago, wondering what would it be like. I had seen it on tv and heard about it from friends but now this time it was my own mama. Come to think of it, she wasn’t like tv mama’s and so mine wasn’t like no tv mourning, neither. She was evil and she never had my back so all I felt was relief at her passing. It rose up off of me, I almost felt it lift like a dust removed by gravity pulling it upwards. I think if I was standing back looking at me in the light I would’ve seen it and I would have marveled all the more. The energy cycle came to claim parts of that person that she left on me so I shook to make sure all of it went. You can have your person back universe, I thought, I endured her, I honored her and now you can have her back!
Craig remarked about her passing and I told him all about it because I was happy and lighter and wanted to share my new elation with someone. He looked at me but pulled his face back slowly like he smelled something unpleasant and he let me know, “You aint ‘sposed to say stuff like that when your mom dies.”
Bio: Olive Rosehips* made that name up. She does that a lot. She does it because she thinks it's cute and it's the stuff that writer's do so they can roll eloquent, pretentious things off their tongues like "nom de plume". So she likes pretending, is that so bad? *Rhonda Smolarek
