Did your mother ever dip you in the sea and lift you, Wrapping your sun-kissed skin in towel, brushing sand from your toes and fold you into your seat And take you, dozing, home? Did she ever cradle your head In her sun-dipped lap and brush back the hair from your ear and shush, shush until your suffering reduced to shifting, rustling, sleeping? Did she ever spend a winter hiding her fears to herself, waiting until after the magic had faded and the tree had shed its bounty to tell you they had found a lump in her breast, and she’d waited to tell you so she would not ruin the most wonderful time of the year? Motherhood by #RedeemerUC Student Rachel DeBruyn (part of Redeemers Creative Publication The Minstrel)
Posted on: Mon, 28 Apr 2014 16:00:00 +0000
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