Leaving

Leaving

I have cradled you in the crook of my arm since you were 11 months old; a gift from your birthmother, and from your country India. Breathing in deeply as I take in the essence of your hair, I remember every milestone, and every precious moment you have shared with me. Oh how I feel blessed, to have experienced motherhood first by you. Each hug on my leg, each kiss on my cheek, and all the times that you fell down and scraped your chubby knee...oh how can you be taking all of this from me?And now you are leaving. Your ticket is purchased. Adventures and excitement lie ahead of you as you reach out and embrace life and experience it out of the reach of my arms. I will put up a brave face. I will wish you well and send you off with a dozen kisses. But when you turn your back to me, I will weep, softly at first, and then with the roar of the ocean I will wail and beat my chest. I will lay my body on the ground, and not get up until the tide has ebbed. How can I let you go now?

Jyotsna

Only registered posters for comments now

For those who read my blog, I truely appreciate your comments. However, sometimes one bad apple can spoil the whole bunch.

Someone posted to my blog the other day, an unidentified poster, and left an unwanted comment. Apparently they have NOTHING better to do that read my blog and post comments that are unnecessary. I don't need those types of comments.

So please to all my friends, make sure you are registered so you can comment.
I still want to leave the option for those who read and like my blog, and who are registered.

Have a beautiful day!
Jyotsna