11 May 2014
By Her Side
He knew the moment has come, but pretended to stay strong. He took her frail hand in his. He wanted to plead, “don’t go, Mom!” but when she looked at his face, he wept. “I cannot live without you, Mom!” he said. If life has any essence, living through this moment was it. You either cross this line or you collapse, broken and devastated. It’s the moment of nakedness.
“My dearest child”, he heard her. “Mother is not a person. Mother is not a role. Mother is a presence. A mother never dies.”
“If you have loved your mother, don’t finish with it when you place the wreath”, she said lovingly. “Be a mother yourself. Toss your baby into air and let her breathe joy. Let her absorb it with her being. Walk with her on the sands. And when she has learnt to dance to the kiss of waters, retreat. Sit quiet on the sands and watch your footsteps run into the sea. And when the waves return and bathe her feet, feel your caress.”
“And when you know it’s time, walk away with the grace of a falling leaf.”
Her eyes closed, and the lone breeze that tiptoed through the window ruffled his hair.
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By Luckychinna:
16 May 2014, 2:09am [ Reply ]
V. Beautiful!