Unmother M a m a
The warm sunshine disturbed
her sound sleep so she sighed regretting not keeping the curtains drawn
the night before. To her weekends had nothing exciting but an ironic reminder
of how lonely she was.
She genuinely loved her work,
because it had always been her little company, it was a place where she could
share the laughs, hugs and tenderness so she would gracefully let go all of her frustrating
hidden pains. It was a little corner of heaven filled with childhood spirit where she could find all the joy she was missing in such a dramatic infertile
marriage.
It was overwhelmingly tough to
be surrounded by sweet angles believing in a stubbornly way that her uterus
would never become generous to offer her a sip of motherhood. She quieted
crying when she had realized that no matter how hard she tried or how many
tears she shed this bitter fate would never be rewritten.
And yet she couldn’t give
birth, she definitely could give life to an endless number of
helpless newborn babies who’d been given up, of young kids who’d been thrown
away so that their mommy would climb the greatest summits.
She carried a heavy golden
heart inside her. She’d never got tired of spreading love; taking care and
making sacrifices… That was probably the reason why she looked older than she
actually was. She’d been watering those little
seeds to sprout with her own youth, devotion and selfless giving.
She had a confusing undefined figure,
a charming smile with sad looking eyes. You just couldn’t tell how was she
really feeling? Maybe her feelings were disarrayed too of being unsatisfied and
being glad.
Glad of the way she was born as An U n m o t h e r M a m a !
Glad of the way she was born as An U n m o t h e r M a m a !
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