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Shadows of a Mothers Pride It becomes dark quicker on the poor side, as the sun refuses to linger there. The shadows make their nightly appearance into the little room on the second floor Of the large low income apartments. In the corner of the room a young mother holds her new child. She looks at the sweet innocence radiating from the sleeping face. She is proud. Slowly she begins to sing a melody brought back from memories Of when her innocence was still fresh and her dreams were still peaceful. She strokes the child’s hair. “Today is my birthday.” She smiles as she makes the announcement, then falls silent again. To contemplate her life of the past and to ponder her life of the present. Slowly, she rises from the chair and carries the babe to the opposite corner of the shell of a home. An old box sits in an otherwise empty desk. A tear comes to her eye. Her careful fingers untie a pink ribbon faded slightly with age, But as soft as the first day it was chosen to be wrapped around the special treasure. Tenderly, she lifts the lid off the box To reveal a perfect porcelain doll with long hair in curls and a face painted with pink cheeks. The gift had never been played with. “My mother gave me this on my very first birthday.” She looks at the tiny picture hanging tied onto the bow “That is her.. isn’t she pretty?” She wishes she could remember more about the women who bestowed her love, full of a mothers pride. “Today I give myself a gift.. I give this doll to you, my child” The tiny fingers of the infant curl into the soft hair of the doll. Peacefully, the babe lets out it’s first coo. The woman sits for a moment, Then smiles as the apartment fills with light. “Thank you” the mother says to the child. “and thank you” the daughter whispers to the mother in her heart. |
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