At last …

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)

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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.

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