Song for the orphans

There are orphans junked on silver mountains
Lost in celestial alleyways
they wait for that old tramp Dog Man Moses
He takes in all the strays
- Bruce Springsteen

I never expected this not to happen. She was never the kind of mother who put a plaster on my bruised knee if I fell of my bicycle or the kind who made me pancakes for breakfast on my birthday (she always sent me happy birthday-cards and gifts weeks to late come to think of it). But I certainly did not expect it to happen so abruptly.

My mother Iris hates winter so she has always found ways to escape it. When I was in boarding school she was free to travel during the worst winter months and when I was even younger she simply had me "home-schooled" from Marbella, Maroco – insert any worm place and I’ve been there- but now since I am back from Belgium to spend my last year in London I guess she felt trapped. So she did what any determined woman with no heart would do, she packed her bags, wrote a letter and left with her newest lover Tom to seek for an endless summer in Australia.

And I, well.. I’m basically an orphan now.

So tonight I am swallowing down that insight with a large sip of Cadenhead’s Old raj gin on the rocks.

Bisous