"Arms of Comfort" Acrylic on paper. Copyright 2012 Totsymae
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
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