GIVE IT A SUNDAY WHIRL

 Just stop it, babydoll", I say. " But it BURNS, please have MERCY on me, Mama", he says. I mean, it was only eyedrops I was trying to put into his eyes. He contorted into all kinds of positions. At that point, I had zero tolerance for the LEGACY I would leave as a mom to my kid. It was more like a come to the ALTER in a church experience. So, I took a break for a bit to get myself together. My GAZE drifted to the SKY outside the bathroom window I opened earlier that day. I could feel the cool breeze of autumn. I could hear the RUSTLE of the leaves as

they danced across our backyard. With a GLEAM of hope, I thought of true love. My mind wandered as I thought of my memories in life. I believe one was of my son when he had my heart at first sight. The rhythm of the sound of the TRAIN in the distance reminded me of the first time my heart began to MIMIC a kind of peace I haven't felt before.  The SHADOWS of darkness were lifted from me. The SCARS of my past were on their healing journey. I was a mom, and this son of mine was my person.

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 Heidi