Closing the Circle of Life


I cup my mother’s hand and hold it tight.  She stares at me with unknowing eyes, scared, reluctant or too weak to squeeze the hand in return.  “Ma?” she asks.

I rub the wasting arm, glad that even a shard of a memory is poking through.  It’s been a while since she’s asked for anyone.  “I’m your daughter,” I answered.  “Do you need something, Mama?”

The words come slowly to her.  “Just sleepy.”

I smile, hand her a baby-doll, and tuck her in with a kiss on the forehead.  “Then rest, Mama.  I’ll be here when you wake up.”


This was written for the 22 January Carrot Ranch prompt, “Shards.”  I realized after this was finished that I’d only written about a single shard, but… darn.  Hopefully good enough?

20 thoughts on “Closing the Circle of Life

  1. Jules says:

    Yep it worked. I think as writers we keep some of those fading memories alive.
    I didn’t ask soon enough for some… so I can’t ID some of the photo’s left to me. I’ll just have to make up some new stories…

  2. Charli Mills says:

    Even one shard matters, which is the essential point of your tender flash. Just one shard we can still hold on to. Besides, there’s no way to go wrong on the prompt — follow where it leads. 😉

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