All she wanted was to love him. Hold his little body in the nest of her arms. Bathe herself in the warmth of his brown eyes that danced as they smiled into hers. From the moment he began pushing into the world, she knew he loved her. The brevity of labor, near painless, that in Cora’s mind translated to saying, “I love you, Mama.” Those were her thoughts when he lay wrapped on her swollen bosom.
If only she could pinpoint his last thoughts as he lay in the cold earth now. Never was good at holding on to love.
(c) 2012 Totsymae




So much talent. Where were you twenty years ago?
Thanks.
In Texas.
Brevity of labor, and brevity of life….feeling it
Hmmm…(Just thinking)
Powerful
Thank you, V Lyn. Thank you.
The painting and the words are so extraordinarily touching and beautiful. I’m honestly in awe of your talent, Totsy!
Thanks, Linda. You make me laugh so much and now, I am smiling.
From blissful security to shattered ruins. I agree with V. Lyn – Powerful.
Thanks. Fiction imitating life, sadly.
Oh Totsy, that is a very sad thing to ponder.
I know. It’s very sad. I guess it was me getting away from the coarse characters I usually write about. I call them rough-n-ready. Unlike them, Cora isn’t purposeful. Just unfortunate. Still sad, I know.
Hoo, boy. Didn’t see that coming. I had a hushed little baby of my own, a little girl.
So beautiful and poignant. Wow.
I’m sorry for your loss.
I was trying to understand, so I wrote.
So sorry for your loss, Nadine.
So poignant. Nice piece of work, Tots.
Thanks.
–Dear Tots,
You are what is called “A Triple Threat.”
You can write your ass off. Paint beautifully. And you’re beautiful.
Damn you. Xxxx
Thank you but too much credit you give me. I will accept your support graciously. I appreciate it.
I agree with Twin….you give her too much credit, she is ugly, can’t write or paint and her poop smells like shit.
Go to bed.
I just woke up mom….can I please have a beer first?
A very good post. 100 words.
Thank you, Peter. Most appreciative of you stopping by.
You lulled me into the comfort and love a mother has for her baby. Then I read the last line. So poignant, so sad, so bittersweet. Lovely writing, Totsy!
Thanks.
What a cross to bear.
That’s a lot of emotion for 100 words. Beautiful picture, too.
Thank you. I almost made it longer but sometimes, it’s not necessary.
So beautiful and yet so sad!
Yes, it is sad.
Reading some of the comments, I wish I’d not written it now.
Totsy, this is searingly beautiful but it stirred up painful memories of my little girl. Hadn’t thought about her in a while and thought I was over it. Had a good little cry.
So sorry to affect you that way. And for your loss.
Thanks for saying that, but no worries, Girl, you wrote your truth.
So sorry for your loss. Better to cry & remember, IMO, than the way people used to pretend lost children never happened.
Thanks, Beverly. I agree. I can’t even imagine what it must have been like for those people, to pretend.
Hey Totsy,
I prefer when you make me laugh, today you made me cry.
I tried for something different but it wasn’t working. Sorry, Ariana, I seem to keep doing that.
Don’t change your style of writing Twin…it is spectacular.
Wonderful post. Found you by way of She Kept a Parrot.
Hello, there. And thanks for stopping in to see me. I’m a regular at Parrot’s and now I think she’s on a break.
Twin, I love your style of writing, don’t change it.
Thank you. I’m not changing it.
Heartbreaking. And I love today’s painting. Your talents amaze me.
Thank you, Shary. I now see how heartbreaking it is in real life, as I read a few other comments.
This was a like a ride. I was soaring high on the euphoria of motherhood, and then my stomach fell out from beneath me when death’s drop arrived. You say very much with very little, and you do it well.
Thank you, Totsy
Twin….always remember, you write what you write for you. The comments of others come in a distant second….your words and fingers are emptying your soul….helping you to live. Never think you should not write exactly like you write, saying exactly what you need to say, exactly as you say it.
Yeah, I do write for me.
I think others who read this blog feel the same as you, which I appreciate.
Thank you, Cara.
This was not the original story I started with but this is what ultimately came out. I know it’s always sad reading of a child’s death, even in fiction.
I salute you, tots, for writing of the sadness of life, as well as the humorous. It takes courage not to simply write something trivial when blogging. Well done.
Thank you, Narelle.
You broke my heart in 100 words, Tots! The painting is absolutely wonderful. The body postures of mother and child say so much about their relationship. This post is sad and lovely all at once in the way it honors a mother’s never-dying love for her child. Very dear and very heart-breaking. I always knew you had a lot of courage; now you show even more than I suspected!
First of all, thank you. At least there are rays of light, as it is in life. You think it was courage? Never thought of it that way. This is inspiring and I must thank you again for your kind and considerate words.
As a writer, my heart swells at your gift; as a mother, my heart breaks. Wow, Totsy. Just wow on every level,
Thank you, Lorna. These snippets have been good writing practice, so I’m surprised at the emotion of the comments.
Brought to mind all of America’s Gold Star mothers.
I can see that. It’s not indicated when the mother lost her son.
You’ve got an incredible way with words. In just a few short sentences you make us feel so much. Well done, Totsy! Beautiful.
Thanks, Annie. Where you been? Finishing the last edits on your bestseller?
You take my breath away with this piece – and painting, beautiful and joyful and sad.
Thanks. A bit of diversion from the snappy folks I usually write about. My sensitive side is showing, I guess.
If writers couldn’t pull emotion out of people, what would be our point in writing? That’s the sign of a good writer, Totsymae, so let our comments tell you that you have crafted well.
Having said that, I was lulling comfortably in a hammock, just soaking in the glory of your sunshine, when something came up from beneath and kicked my butt into orbit. I had to come back and make sure it really happened!
Yep, that’s writing.
Thanks for the inspiration, Soul D. One day, you shall have a book I’ve written while chillin’ int he hammock.
Totsy -
I felt that one deep inside…couldn’t breathe. A stunning, powerful piece of writing. Everyone’s connecting to it.
Thank you. I see how everyone is too. You guys are the greatest.
Such beautiful writing and painting. Now, in addition to being heartbroken, I’m out of kleenex.