Momiji lifted his booted feet high as he trudged through the deep snow. Luckily he had decided to wear pants as opposed to shorts with tights or knee high socks. He had watched the day before out his bedroom window wide eyed and with a smile plastered on his face as the fluffy flakes had fallen from the cloudy sky making the world a giant snow globe.
He brushed off the snow from the bus bench with a gloved hand and he sat down wincing slightly at the biting cold. He pulled his jacket closed tighter bringing his scarf higher to cover more of his face. His eyes fell across the street to the blonde haired woman who pulled along a little girl behind her.
Momiji felt a smile form across his lips as he watched his little sister stumble a bit slipping on the ice and snow and his mother hold on her hand so tightly to protect her. He couldn't help but feel the ache in his heart that usually accompanied a brief sighting or thought of his mother, even more so knowing that she had never held his hand that tightly.
If it hadn't been for his song he would never had known that at one point his mother had cared for him.
'That day momma had gotten upset with me like she used too. I had asked her if she could help me reach my cup and momma had been sitting at the kitchen table writing in her journal. She looked up at me with tears in her eyes and I watched as she took a page out and crumple it in her hands. She dropped it on the floor and left the room. I looked at the date and did the math. Four months before my birthday of the year I was born. Momma had had every intention of loving me. I knew that then and I even though I was just a little kid I couldn't help but feel sorry for her.'
Momiji hummed softly to himself as he swung his legs back and forth feeling the words for the song that his mother had written for him rise from his throat.
Who's
in the forest strolling?
The birds and the bees sing "Momiji."
The
frogs in the pond are calling,
"Momiji," yes it's
true.
His eyes followed his mother and younger sister as the walked down the sidewalk neither taking into account his presence.
The
trees raise their leaves together
Who needs the sun when we've got
you?
Momiji turned his face to the sky as a few more snowy flakes fell down. He reached out his hand palm up catching the delicate flakes.
Who's in the
forest strolling?
The birds and the bees sing "Momiji."
The
frogs in the pond are calling,
"Momiji," yes it's true.
When he turned his gaze back across the street his mother and sister had moved on out of sight.