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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Teens
- Theme: Family & Friends
- Subject: Death / Heartbreak / Loss
- Published: 05/02/2014
WAKING
Born 1959, M, from Derry, N Ireland, United KingdomThe place of our birth was alive with many voices, smells and sights. Memories are cast up like jetsam on the evening air; though I have no recollection where I could have picked up such a comparison. Race memory? The voices, sombre and giddy, attest that mother was like that when she was young. The information impacts little upon her children. We move our limbs to the weave of recent death.
Time grinds on. Oh for a breath of air. It is hard to imagine amid all the droning and unwelcome braying that this withered husk could have been filled with the reported life; yet I know that she was. Imperfect and perfect, she was and is mother.
I hear many frightening rumours about her which somehow stir my instincts and inflame an inherent urge to do violence. My family is large and young. We’re a hungry lot. We’re alive. An errant breeze catches my cobweb.
WAKING(Perry McDaid)
The place of our birth was alive with many voices, smells and sights. Memories are cast up like jetsam on the evening air; though I have no recollection where I could have picked up such a comparison. Race memory? The voices, sombre and giddy, attest that mother was like that when she was young. The information impacts little upon her children. We move our limbs to the weave of recent death.
Time grinds on. Oh for a breath of air. It is hard to imagine amid all the droning and unwelcome braying that this withered husk could have been filled with the reported life; yet I know that she was. Imperfect and perfect, she was and is mother.
I hear many frightening rumours about her which somehow stir my instincts and inflame an inherent urge to do violence. My family is large and young. We’re a hungry lot. We’re alive. An errant breeze catches my cobweb.
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