EVERY MOTHER'S GONNA HAVE HER DAY.

My Mom left my Dad and I when I was five.

That's the first time I REMEMBER her doing that.

I heard she did that the first time when I was just a baby and actually took me with her.

It's hard to fly weighted down with a husband and child.

Like Burger King , she wanted things her way.

She would pop in and out of our lives like , "the great Gazoo" , a little green Martian on the Flintstones.

Each time the effect was out of this world.

Not rated for the after school crowd.

My Dad was prehistoric in his beliefs and actions , rising early to hunter gather a paycheck.

Going to work in the quarry, digging deep with his brontosaurus backhoe bringing home the Jurassic Bacon.

His Stone age suggestions that dinner be cooked and the little Neanderthal should be cared for , ran into the stone wall of my mother's alien party plans.

The modern Stone age family was not going to look like Wilma Winsome Flintstone and Betty Crocker Rubble.

Living within your means is so archaic.

Pretty people, pretty clothes, pretty paydays and pretty parties comes pretty close to her paradigm and my Dad's paradox.

Teleportation into our back in time , backwoods ways , always brought about bad reactions.

It was obvious how much my protohuman Dad loved this intergalactic Barbarella.

Always ready to be the next skull and spine trophy of this Predator.

Who needs a backbone and brain when you've already lost your heart?

When she passed away , I found out she had been married seven times.

Beamed down into hopeful male homosapiens lives who became homoerectus seeing her photon torpedoes and stunned by her phaser.

Each successive victim was more wealthy .

When she left them they didn't have the pot to pee in or the window to throw it out of , back to being cave dwellers.

Her last victim was a Cambrian age Catholic , who found out several past Paleolithic partners still lived.

His bygone beliefs demanded the marriage be annulled.

I recognized my poor Pop in this pathetic person.

A really nice old fashion guy.

And that Girly Girl , who was so green with envy of even the lowliest lowbrow who had any possession she did not?

She died alone waiting for the mother ship or the mother load, whichever came first.

Nothing of this world to hold her down.

She finally had Her Day, Her way.