Post by Artemis on Feb 3, 2010 9:25:49 GMT -5
Time to fly ~
As he lay sleeping she was soothed by the rhythmic sound of his breath. His tousled dark hair fell across one eye and gently she removed it. He stirred ever so slightly and moved his arm a little. He was her prince though it sounded corny, she didn’t care! She loved to watch him sleep, dream and even snore gently because it was those times when she knew he felt safe, relaxed and she had him all to herself. These times when she would sit on the bed for a few minutes before the day started reminded her of years ago when they had spent so much more time together. They were both so young back then. How far they’d come and how they’d each grown in their own ways ... She had always known where he was and what he was doing and he would always give her a hug and a kiss each day without fail. She’d struggled at times with him and he with her.
She sighed at those memories and studied the change in him. His jaw was firmer and his hair much longer. When awake his eyes held a depth to them which had known pain but also love and a passion for life. His eyes would change colour when he was sad or ill, from a beautiful green to deep blue. His lips were full and he talked passionately about the things he loved. His intelligence engaged people along with his charm and good humour. He was hers, but for how much longer? She supposed really he had never truly been hers. She had loved him and kept him safe within her heart and enjoyed him while it had lasted. She had often wondered what she had done to deserve such a wonderful and incredible human being. That’s how she and lots of other people saw him.
She took his hand in her own. So much bigger than her tiny one! His fingers were that of an articulate man. Clean with long fingers and perfect fingernails. These were the hands of a writer indeed. Absently she kissed the back of his hand, wiping away a sentimental tear. At that moment she wanted to cradle him in her arms and never let him go but that of course would be like caging a dove, a beautiful white dove forever. He had to fly, realise his dreams, so many dreams he spoke of. He was eager to fly, to be independent and to show the world what he was capable of. She knew it was time to let go though her heart was breaking at the thought. They had shared so much together, good times, interesting times and also lots of bad times. Those times had been dealt with though and through them all they had never been parted. Another tear escaped and fell onto the hand she held which was now against her cheek. He stirred once more and opened his eyes sleepily. She smiled her good morning and patted the back of his hand.
He looked at her puzzled at the tears.
“Morning mum. Why are you crying?”
