The Mother's Pain.
04-04-2013, 12:18 AM
She studied the pale male with deep blue pools. He looked well, but she sensed an underlying agitation, likely left over from some recent even on his side. He came to a stop before her, settling onto his haunches. She didn?t move from where she sat, just stared at him. At length, he spoke, and she gave only the barest hint of a nod. She didn?t speak for a moment longer, not trusting her voice. Finally, she found her firm steading, and spoke.
?A moment past, I called for the male I viewed and loved as a son. Neo. He came. And my heart aches at the change I see in him. I am no stranger to loss. But this loss is new.? Her voice betrayed her.. It was faint, a feather stroke in the strength of her tones. A tremor of the pain. Her eyes gazed forward, at him, and through him. ?I have lost my son.? The words were spoken in an undertone. The voice of a mother who has lost the most precious thing in her existence.
?A moment past, I called for the male I viewed and loved as a son. Neo. He came. And my heart aches at the change I see in him. I am no stranger to loss. But this loss is new.? Her voice betrayed her.. It was faint, a feather stroke in the strength of her tones. A tremor of the pain. Her eyes gazed forward, at him, and through him. ?I have lost my son.? The words were spoken in an undertone. The voice of a mother who has lost the most precious thing in her existence.