Mom, I see you up there tonight, looking down at us.
It’s because of you I have had the strength to live on.
You held my hand through the pain of two miscarriages.
If only words could say how much I miss you right now.
Today, on Mother’s Day, I became a mother at last.
This is a 55 Fiction, which is a form of microfiction that is either limited to a maximum of fifty-five words or have a requirement of exactly 55 words.
This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.
(11th April 2014)
Vinay Leo R.
Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.
Mom’s are precious aren’t they. Sometimes they do so much without us realizing.
Yes, very precious da Jb. 🙂
That was powerful and poignant Leo.
Nicely expressed in just 55 words
Thank you, Pixie 🙂 Glad you felt it was expressed well.
This is beautiful. So bittersweet. Mother’s Day is hard when mom is not around.
More bitter than sweet, I guess. Thank you Kimberly 🙂
In just 55 words… you made it so powerful!
-Your biggest fan
Simran 🙂
😛 Glad you liked it, Sims.
This is beautiful though sad. Mother’s love wraps us around forever be it she’s with you or not… I have heard this. 🙂
Indeed 🙂 That love is too powerful. Glad you liked the story, Namrata.
beautiful, Mothers are the bestttt…
Indeed they are, Bikram 🙂
short and sweet
Thanks, Swarasa 🙂