Sunday, August 23, 2009
A Mother’s Love
I carry the baggage of her life around with me everywhere I go. It is a heavy burden and although I have often dreamed of setting it down and walking away, I do not, I persevere. She loved me I know but that love is the heaviest piece of luggage that I carry. It drags me down so far that I no longer go in large bodies of water for fear it will drag me down to the bottom and I will drown with her love. I often wonder what will happen with all of her bags when I die. I look at the beautiful face of my daughter and I pray that she has the strength that I do not and throws these bags on the trash heap of the past where they belong.
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5 comments:
This analogy of love and it baggage that comes with it is so profound. I loved the way you let your pen take over and write. This is for me quite an exceptional piece of prose.
Love is such a difficult thing to quantify...even more difficult to live up to...
You've summed up parenthood so well. A brilliant analogy.
The profundity of the expression here bolted me to the core of my existence. Beautiful analogy.s
I love your whole idea of love and baggage. Unfortunately they go together. I got baggage from my mom and will give a whole different set to my little girl and to my boys.
Humbling to think about.
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