A mothers love
jerry KWATCHEY@kwatcheyjerry128608
3 days ago
#poetry
Upon waking, I was greeted by a soft yet insistent tapping at my window. As I listened attentively, I determined the sound to be a branch methodically drumming against the pane. A bird soon joined in, its lilting chirping a joyful harbinger of the promise of today and tomorrow. I smiled, appreciating the serendipitous symphony that had awakened me. Meanwhile, the mouthwatering aromas of bacon, eggs, and toast wafted into my room, piquing my hunger. As I made my way downstairs, the creaking staircase threatened to betray my stealthy approach. My intention was to sneak into the kitchen and sample some of my mother's culinary creations before she could intercept me and remind me to brush my teeth. As I peeked into the kitchen, I was struck by my mother's beauty and exceptional culinary prowess. Her ability to elevate even the most mundane ingredients into a culinary masterpiece was inspiring, and I often boasted to my friends about her remarkable talents. Just as I was about to snatch a sausage, my mother's keen senses detected my presence, and she deftly caught my hand. I laughed and hugged her, but my reverie was short-lived, as a sudden jolt awakened me to the realization that it had all been a dream. Tears streamed down my face as I mourned the loss of my mother, whose memory continues to live on in my heart.
SIMU
