A Long Day's Journey To Memories

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Memoir  |  House: Booksie Classic

Today was a long day’s journey to memories of days and seasons gone by. Mother’s Day is right around the corner again. And like other Mother’s Days past, I will no place to go. I have only memories to recall and emotions to relive in the corridors of my mind. Waking up to memories will again be a lonely way to start this special day when it arrives.

A LONG DAY’S JOURNEY TO MEMORIES

By Al Garcia

Today was a long day’s journey to memories of days and seasons gone by.  Mother’s Day is right around the corner again.  And like other Mother’s Days past, I will no place to go.  I have only memories to recall and emotions to relive in the corridors of my mind.  Waking up to memories will again be a lonely way to start this special day when it arrives.  Yet, I know that memories are what keeps the love alive beyond the great expanse of time.  Memories are the forever home of dreams that were and rainbows that never fade.  And it is the brilliance of my memories of my mother that overwhelms the shadows of my life.

It has taken me a lifetime to understand the meaning of love.  And, I knew love, and felt love, without knowing what it was, the very first time I heard my mother’s beating heart, as I laid across her chest and breathed the air and felt her hand caresses my brow, when I was born.  How natural and how safe and treasured she made me feel.  Her dream was my life.  And now I only hope that my life made her dream complete.

The echoes of time have left behind a sadness and a loneliness that Mother’s Day now brings.  For my mother knew me before I knew who I would be.  She gave me the outline of my soul, and then taught me how to fill it with love and hope and dreams.  She led me to each path in life, and then let go my hand, so I would learn to walk each step alone.  My mom saw me falter and saw me soar, and I saw her shed tears of sadness and tears of joy, as each season came and went.  And through each step and each season of my life, I knew she was there for me – through each moment of my life.

Mother’s Day for me, validates the reality of my mother’s dream and the passion of her life.  Mother’s Day solidifies the bond and the promise between mother and child that time cannot extinguish or ever end.  And today’s long day’s journey to memories of Mother’s Days gone by, and of all the days that have come before, keeps her dream alive. 

Mother’s Day is every day I think of her, and every day I feel her by my side -- still guiding me -- still holding my hand, and still believing in me and in the dreams I live. 

My life has brought me joy and sorrow, laughter and tears.  I have seen and heard the best of us and the worst of us, and I have been touched by love and felt the ugliness of hate, in war and even here at home.  But of all life’s lessons, there is one that has sustained my spirit, my heart and my soul -- the unalterable certainty that a mother’s love has no bounds and outlasts the echoes of time.

Today was a long day’s journey to memories of days long gone, of moments shared and of dreams relived.  But the one thing I missed the most today that memories could not recall, is the feel of mom’s embrace or her gentle touch upon my brow. 

And as her special day approaches, the shadows of the night begin to overtake the setting sun, and I am left with only memories and remnants of my mother’s dream.


Submitted: May 24, 2021

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