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?