Nightmares befell me, and as I writhed in fear, whimpering and mewling, I opened my eyes.
Darkness.
Then, the door opened, a shaft of light fell through, and I saw a dark figure, oh.. Mum.
She came over and said, "What's the matter? Are you feeling better?" and touched my forehead.
I pulled the sheets up to my nose, and whispered,
"Nightmares."
She whispered a soft prayer for me, all the while touching my head, and I fell back to slumber, with her warm caress and soft whispers.
Sometimes, I'll open my eyes and see her working at the computer, light from it creating a silhouette against the darkness, my pillar of strength and fortitude.
However, more often than I would like, drowning darkness greets me.
In those wee hours of the morning, [four to be exact] what my mother really meant to me was revealed.
Clearer to me than the rest of the nineteen years put together.
Seen through barely opened eyes, in the half-light of coming dawn.
I miss you, Mum.
-reposted from 16th January, 2011
Happy Mothers' Day!
It is a day of joy, celebrating the greatness of a mother's love for her children! :)
See?
Haha.. I've always wondered. Do maternal instincts come with age, or when I see my child?
What if it doesn't come?
Sounds silly, I know. But it's just one of those things where it's expected, yet there's always a chance it doesn't happen!
Ah.. But I appreciate my mum, and my grandmama, and all my other mum-like figures.
Without them, my world would certainly be different!
So here's to all the lovely mothers out there! Keep doing that great job you've been doing!
And we children just wanna let you know, that we love you. :)
Signing off @ 8:44 AM
The Girl
About me
Rachel
twentyone
I think I'm supposed to write something awesome here.
