Time

A mother's thoughts... My cousin is getting married and my Aunt had mixed feelings about the topic: both happiness and sorrow for having to let go...

His tiny hand in mine

Warm and soft

It gives me pleasure

He needs me…

His fingers curl around mine

My heart melts at this gesture.

Looking up at me

With his big, brown eyes

A grin spreads on his face

Like Nutella on bread…

 

As the seasons go by,

And wedding bells sound

My heart is heavy 

My head is light

His large hand in mine

Warm but rough

It gives me doubt

He no longer needs me…

Sorrow pricks me

Time to let go...

I straighten my fingers to

Gently take my hand away

 

But

 

 

His fingers curl around mine

My heart softens at this gesture

He looks down at me

With his strong, brown eyes

And the same grin spreads on his face

As if he were still

My baby son.

 

Author's Note

What do you think? :)

Reviews

[Seshat Nidaba]

I like the contrast! You have taken on time in a very personal and meaningful way, motherhood being the heart of time, well done. I always wondered who the decemberist was, I guess now I know :P

[Patches I'm not so new..]

OHmygosh this is outstanding it really made my eyes blur this is what I felt when my own daughter married and now you who so young has brought that memory to the fore how you did it what made you write this is beyond my ken but by the Eternal you have done it! and I humbly thank you for reviving that meloncholy memory.