Sunday 21 January 2007

She talks to me



She talks to me.

Look, mommy, look how I stand on one foot, look at me!
There’s a rainbow, mommy, look! Can I touch it? It’s so beautiful.
Mommy, I found a secret place in the back yard. I think it’s the home of elves.
I don’t want to wake up yet. Please, mommy, let me sleep, just a little more.
Mommy! I saw the sweetest puppy! Can I have a dog, please, please!
I love you too, mommy.
It doesn’t hurt a bit, Mommy. It’s just a scratch.
I like school, mommy. The teacher has beautiful hair.
Oh, mommy, I’m so in love, but he doesn’t love me, I’m sure about it.
Don’t worry, mommy, I’ll be home in time.
Mommy.

She talks to me, day after day, all the years to come.
My unborn child.

2 comments:

Salka said...

Minäkin itken syntymättömiä lapsiani. Surullista...

SusuPetal said...

Se on surullista, Salka. Tämä tarina on fiktiivinen, yritin siinä tavoittaa jotain sellaista, minkä kokemisesta minulla ei ole käsitystä.