His Mum, Her Song

Ummm I've litrealy just come up with the title and I wrote this over a couple of sittings. It's not exactly a story but I guess it could be the preface to my latest adventure...who knows!

I'm sitting again, thinking, lost in the space of thought. My stomach, tight, pulled over the curve of my child. I drift into the sunlight and surprising warmth of the Highlands. I look at her, hand gently resin on my child. I smile then speak.

"Hey, beautiful day don't you think?"

Utter silence surrounds us dispite others resting close by.

"Just thought I'd come see you. He doesn't know I'm here. Don't think he'd understand."

I look away a moment, focusing on the grass at my feet.

"I really love him you know. I know that no girl is good enough for a son as precious as him but I hope I live up just a little to how you'd imagined your boys lover."

I look up at her again letting the warm glow of love shine from my face, trying to show how genuin I am being.

"He's going to be and amazing dad! I'm blessed to have a guy like him fathering such a preciouse creation"

A soft breeze sweeps over us, shifting the grass slightly.

" Wish we lived nearer so we could spend more time with you, so you could see your grandchild growing up"

I shifted slightly, wishing she would speak but glad shes making this easy for me.

"You have a really beautiful place here, so peacful and clear"

I started at the sound of my name breaking through natures silence. He's there, watching me. He comes over and looks down at her, gentleness and love softening his face.

"What you doing here?"

"Talking to your mum"

"She can't hear you"

His voice is soft, not for her sake but mine. I look at her again

"I wanted to see her" I say quietly, more to myself than anyone.

The silence enelops us, the three of us in quietness, thinking our own thoughts, the only movement the beautiful creation in my womb.

Gently he lays his hand on mine and leads me away. I turn back to her silently. The cemitary gates moan as we exit, loud enough to cover the whispers of the dead resting there.

Author's Note

I know it isn't perfect but it is something kind of close to my heart. Make comments and stuff, as always, I welcome them.

Reviews

[R J Askew]

Hi Lady T. Good to hear from you again. So you are still under the spell of a previous mother! There is something moving about this, especially from the perspective of the man in the middle. And the notion of the three of you being there makes the third person seem very present...as no doubt said third person soon will be, right? I enjoyed the picture your story paints...it seems reassuring and calm, despite the sad history behind it.

[ShadowWolf]

I think the title works, especially "Her Song" because the song of one who has gone is forever upon the wind.

You honor her memory and the gift you share with her.

[John Stussy]

Cemeteries aren't always dark places. Sometimes they are serene, like the image you painted with your words. Sometimes, they can be the perfect place for a sweet moment like this you illustrated. Great job Chrys, you and Iain are going to make excellent parents. That's one lucky kid!