Quiet in our little corner of the busy café. You often grow quieter it seems these days. Trapped in your world of yesterday and we who sit by you today fail to remind you more of where you are now. Looking on at you from my perch across the small four-stemmed dinner table, I cannot help but take in the all too familiar features you still carry so well. Your face tranquil with time’s graceful beauty. Even now, you capture many a passerby’s pleasant glance. Outwardly, change has been exceptionally kind, how I envy you that. Startled by my starring those sparkling grey eyes look in my direction, drawing on words ever so carefully. Pausing to make sure of their true form you whisper, “I love you, kiddo”. As the sound leaves your rose-colored lips, you return startled and lost to your surroundings and in that, instant a tear runs down my cheek. “I love you too, mom” ©Eri Nelson
Posted on: Wed, 28 Aug 2013 11:30:20 +0000
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