| By zhamir,
on 20-09-2003 15:02
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Important decisions lie ahead and murky crossroads beckon. I take a deep breath and think of my mothers eyes.
When I am a stooped old woman, alone in my insanity, I will remember my mothers eyes. They shine with their own magic. They look with dignity and a quiet pride. My mothers eyes laugh and tease.
They well up when I hurt. My mothers eyes whisper their faith in me. And when the stars take back their light and the moon snuggles behind the clouds, my mothers eyes guide me on. When my world starts crumbling, my mothers eyes envelope me in their tender embrace and croon to me. Life is a fickle mistress and might ebb away. She might take my mother to a whole new world. But I know that when I finally complete my journey, I will see my mothers eyes, smiling at me.
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