Willow, at http://magpietales.blogspot.com/
hosts a weekly writing prompt
Using the below photo
write a vignette or poem
Never again will she enter my home as before. I cast a glance at the pair of brown sling back shoes that she left here after last night's rehearsal dinner at Fortuna's. She never was good at putting her shoes away. But now I am happy to see them laying there, a moment frozen in time,one shoe on top of the other. I can see her using her right foot to slip off the other.
Before she went up the stairs last night she turned to me and started crying and came over to hug me, no words spoken,but we talked with our hearts, as mother's and daughter's can do so easily. Our hug melted into a hold and neither one of us wanted to let go.
I lift the hot cup of tea to my lips and think of her first pair of MaryJanes,then hold the cup to my mouth breathing my breath into it crying softly, letting go.
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A captured moment in time for us to see. A familar moment to be sure. (I've cried a few times looking at the kids' things all over the floor, but I fear its not the same as this mother's tears, if you know what I mean.)
ReplyDeleteCrusty crone...oh yes a moment...so many moments as a mother..knowing this will all change and be gone and different..as it should be..but it is a moment for sure...to held and pondered in the heart
ReplyDeleteI found this very moving.
ReplyDeleteWhy welcome Sue J..and thanks
ReplyDeleteAhh, children leaving home...a good, empty sad feeling...in these few words I was brought back to my time of tears.
ReplyDeleteAh Blue Sky Dreaming...a good empty sad feeling..well said
ReplyDeleteThis reached in, grabbed my heart and gave it a squeeze. My daughter's not married, but she's been living far from home for many years now. It was hard, indeed, to let her go.
ReplyDeletea private mystery of the heart
ReplyDeleteoh, suz! your magpie brought tears to my eyes, knowing full well that those words are true! my daughter has been on her own for 8 years now and she still enters my house as if she is a guest. not in a bad way, but i've imagined she has made a boundary line for herself?
ReplyDeletethere is nothing like a cup of tea and a cry...
This gave me chills and brought tears to my eyes. Your writing is so filled with emotion. I really, really like this one.
ReplyDeleteA lovely slice of life!
ReplyDeleteLetting go seems to be the key to everything...lovely post..thank you!
ReplyDeleteA lovely response to the prompt!
ReplyDeletetouching...
ReplyDeletethank you for the treat..
Passing milestone that is known but can't be shared. Hope and loss in one. Beautifully expressed!
ReplyDeleteThis is where my mind and heart are headed right now. Life's like that, right? Very sweet piece, Suz.
ReplyDeleteRick
Beautifully put! And thanks for coming out of the weeds and posting your wisdom.
ReplyDeleteOh Elena...!
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written!
ReplyDeleteyou tug at my heart again. my eyes are stinging until i remember *it is a story* - enjoy instead of cry! lol!!!
ReplyDeleteSuz, again, very good:)
ReplyDeleteBut do they come in red?
And it was the computer that suffered a breakdown, I'm over mine;)
So good to be back!
You have captured a mother's heart perfectly. I dread this day. The letting go is so very hard.
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