My Mother's Lap
I have quite a few memories of my childhood, but the sweetest memory that still lingers, is the memory of laying my head in my Mother's lap whenever I needed her. I can still feel her soft, gentle hands stroking my hair an...d the sweet sound of her voice telling me she loved me and her promise that everything would be okay.
Even later, when I was a grown woman and life had dealt me a broken heart or two, I would run to her for those comforting moments, time and time again. And of all the moments in my lifetime, these will forever be the most precious to me.
How ironic this journey of life can be at times... for little did I know that one day I would be comforting her and stroking her hair as she lay dying. And I would whisper those same words for the last time. "I love you Mom. Go on to a better place. Everything will be okay."
~Marty
I have quite a few memories of my childhood, but the sweetest memory that still lingers, is the memory of laying my head in my Mother's lap whenever I needed her. I can still feel her soft, gentle hands stroking my hair an...d the sweet sound of her voice telling me she loved me and her promise that everything would be okay.
Even later, when I was a grown woman and life had dealt me a broken heart or two, I would run to her for those comforting moments, time and time again. And of all the moments in my lifetime, these will forever be the most precious to me.
How ironic this journey of life can be at times... for little did I know that one day I would be comforting her and stroking her hair as she lay dying. And I would whisper those same words for the last time. "I love you Mom. Go on to a better place. Everything will be okay."
~Marty
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