I remember

By Amy Walsh

I remember her lying on the cold kitchen floor, her face beaming red and tears streaming down

I remember that night and play it over again in my head

I remember rushing to her side to comfort her

I remember the feeling of the cold kitchen floor touching my legs

I remember her too drunk to even realize what she was letting me see

I remember feeling afraid

Afraid to accept this as my new reality

I remember mommy lying on the cold kitchen floor, her face beaming red and tears streaming

down

I remember feeling confused

Confused as to why I was helping mommy while she cried

I remember when mommy would help me when I cried

But now I was helping her

I remember the bottle of vodka sitting nestled to her leg

I remember trying to hug her to tell her it would be okay  

I remember her not remembering any of this