I posted a poem/story/photograph earlier today.

In the photograph I mentioned Kristina Hickman.  In linking her name to a post she did earlier this year I found this one.

Kristina is important to me.  She is important to my family.

Kristina, I love you… THIS poem… I am so sorry… I wish I could replace the light

Despite the light you lost and the light you crave… You have a light my family has come to love.

Please visit her blog and send her your love, your thoughts, your support.



For 10 years she was called Mommy
Mommy I want,
Mommy I need,
Mommy please help me see.
This world was so big but her light was my sun
I needed it to grow
She planted seeds in my heart hoping love is all I would ever know
For 10 years she was my gravity, my mommy don’t go.


I turned 11 and though she was still my light in shining armor she became Mom.
Mom take me here,
Mom I really don’t care,
Mom, I can see on my own.
I became too cool for her tight hugs but no matter how I shoved she wouldn’t let go.


12 years old and her light flickered
Her mom died and it was the first time I saw her cry
Of course I didn’t understand because I still had my mom’s hand.
She had dimmed but I could still see
the bottles of wine on the nights she didn’t have her mom’s light


2 more years and her light went out.
I called her Momster because I was told that’s what lives in the dark.
I tried to become her gravity; I tried to pull her back to me.
I brought flashlights and bibles waiting for her sunrise.


I’m 15 when she empties the bottle of pills
The ICU lights are the only thing glowing.
There’s dark charcoal pumping through her and I wonder if that’s the color of her soul.


For 2 years she becomes a storm, the only light I see is her tearing down the electricity poles.
Sparks are flying, burning out my only hope.
I’m told the medicine will fix her, but my sun still won’t shine.
My flashlight batteries are done and my Bible no longer has solutions.


Momster is upset,
Momster yells,
Momster has left me here alone.


I’m almost 18 and the Momster leaves.
December 31st and the sun sets refusing rise for a new year
All the light was drained out of her and replace with alcohol and pills
She left not realizing I still needed that light to grow.


She left this life in the dark,
She left my life in the dark saying
Mommy I want you,
Mommy I need you,
Mommy I can’t see why you had to go.

6 thoughts on “MOMSTERS IN THE DARK

  1. Her poem was very touching. I hope she was able to rise up and prepare to become the mother that she misses. That is one commonality we all share – the need of a good mother.


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