The Effect

mothers grief

Getting off the bus and heading for home, she was tired her feet ached but she was determined not to moan. This was important , it had to be done she needed to put her whole being into saving her youngest son!

Pushing the front door shut behind her putting the bags down on the kitchen floor she looked into the living room but there was no one there. No television no shoot’em’up games  standing in the hallway she called out both boys names.

OH! well, she put the kettle on and maybe she’d ring around she had both their mobile numbers but they did not always want to be found. The doorbell rings , damn she had only just sat down she, walking toward the door  the phone begins to sing.

There it is the sight every mother dreads , a policeman and a policewoman , OH! god she thinks someone must be dead.

The hospital was noisy  but she didn’t hear a sound her lungs were filling up as she were about to drown. She had been waiting for an age now ,would no one take her in. She was feeling really sick now and and felt like things were crawling on her skin.

It was so cold in there and he only had a sheet on . God he looked so pale but she supposed that was what you would look like when all your blood was gone.

Lost Boys

She woke up with the headache she had had since that day the shock of the police visit and what they had to say. She she knew she had to get up she knew she must  today, it was the funeral and that would not go away.

Things had been different he elder boy had staid home he seemed to want to help his mother and not leave her on her own. She dare not hope he had changed but she was glad that he was there. She slowly put her face on and then she brushed her hair.

His friends were at the church like they had been that day , he was not not with them. Would this pain ever go away. The priest seemed glad to see her and he offer his support, she felt close to this  man who was with her boy when for his life he fought.

His favourite track finished and the last notes drifted away she stood up and looked at everyone and said she had something to say.

She knew that there was no work and that there was not much hope but joining gangs and using guns and knives was not the way to cope. Please listen she pleaded you are slipping away too many lives are wasted too many die this way. Something must be done and it must be soon  we are loosing a generation it might be two is something is not done soon. How many more mothers have to suffer like I have  we really need to sort this out……… her voice trailed off to silence as she repeated, how many more mothers like me.

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