Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Be Kind to Your Mothers

I have been meaning to write about this one night. It was cold and windy. And there was only one person in her mind at that time. Sitting in class, she hears the lecture but she wasn’t listening. She wasn’t aware of her fidgeting. Tears must have been forming behind those tear ducts, hold it for a little longer now; heavy bit by bit, seconds tick way slower than your right leg shakes.

As the night draws to a close, we walked together to where your mother is. How long has it been since? Your heart must have been pounding hard against your chest. Breathe in slowly now. Hold it. Push that heavy door and let yourself in, your heart swelled at the mere sight of her eyes. Breathe out and throw your arms around her. How long has it been since you felt this? It doesn't matter now. This emptiness has been filled, all the longing from all those years. What is left there to count, when you got her right here…

Hey, dear child. Hold on to your mothers tight.

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