My
vision is blurred. My breath slowly wanes away as I feel my fingers halt in
their final resting position. “Mom…MOMMA!” my daughter shouts. Her smooth skin
presses against my soft, withered cheek. A warm, salty liquid seeps into my
mouth as she sobs against me.
Why
is she sad?
The love of my life was born many moons ago on a sweltering summers night. The fleece from my baby girl’s blanket
sticks to my sodden skin as I hold her for the first time. Her cheeks flush as
she lets out a lethargic yawn. I giggle and place my finger in her delicate
palms. She tightly grips my finger, her brow furrows, and at that moment her
eyelids pop open and I really see her for the first time. In her sable brown
eyes, I see my love. My soul evaporates into hers and we are one. With one
glance, she has healed my deepest of wounds and rid me of my long held
insecurities. I have lived through hell and at this moment heaven is in my
arms.
So,
baby girl why are you sad?
Don’t
be sad by the life I am leaving; rejoice because you gave me a life to
live.
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