My mother, once so beautiful.
Now her body trapped within a layer of disease.
Struggling to get out. Struggling to live.
Her body dependent on alcohol
As I once was dependent on her.
Her body, a shell of what I remember
when I looked lovingly at her while she read bedtime stories.
Her body moved slowly
unlike the way it once moved playing in the backyard.
Her eyes stared blankly into darkness
No longer sparkling blue like waters in the Caribbean.
Her mind no longer knows me.
Her son taken away her by alcoholism.
Her body is motionless now.
Beneath a purplish blue vail of beauty.
The way I will to remember her.
Picture it & Write is a weekly creative writing prompt hosted by the Ermilia coauthors, Ermisenda and Eliabeth. We invite you to join in; continue the story or starting your own based on inspiration from the image. Poetry and foreign languages are welcome, but please provide a translation.