You
carried me for nine months, suffered through nausea and exhaustion. Your body stretched beyond repair. And I gave you cards and flowers.
You
endured pain to give me life. You fed me
when I was helpless. You forgot what
sleep was like.
And I gave you cards and
flowers.
You gave
up your career to raise me. You stayed
up all night to check over my homework, my college applications, my resumes. And I gave you cards and flowers.
When I
cried, you held me. And when I was an
adult, you cried with me. And I gave you
cards and flowers.
I’m all
grown up now. Your job is done. You passed with flying colors. But that hasn’t ever stopped you. And the truth is that I still need you. But all I can think to give you is cards and
flowers.
Maybe chocolate
will make us even?
Normally, I would cry "FOUL!" at a drabble and a half. But this is really precious. And the last line is perfect.
ReplyDeleteNormally i'd cry FOUL at myself too, but 100 words wasn't cutting it and with a double drabble it lost it's concise punch (I tried), so I just settled for the 150-word challenge =)
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