Turn off the light,” she says as she walks away, creating a small woosh that smells sweet and chemical. It makes me sad because it’s the smell she makes when she’s leaving.
Once upon a time there was a child who had a golden brain. His parents only discovered this by chance when he injured his head and gold instead of blood flowed out. They then began to look after him carefully and would not let him play with other children for fear of being robbed. When the boy was grown up and wanted to go out into the world, his mother said: “We have done so much for you,we ought to be able to share your wealth.
I” theory take a later of course without “O” and you will see that all are build with “I”.
Girls are pearls, ladies are rubies, mothers are moulders, and women are wonderful.
A woman is a loving mother, a gorgeous daughter, and beautiful angel of imagination.
My mama steps out of her dress
and drops it, an inheritance falling to my feet.
She stands alone: bathed, blooming,
burdened with nothing of this world.
Her body is naked and beautiful,
her wings gray and scorched,
her brown eyes piercing the brown of mine.
I watch her departure, her flapping wings:
She doesn’t look back, not even once,
not even to whisper my name
A Mother & Daughter’s Love Is Never Separated
You were formed inside a borrowed womb-a nourishing safe haven for months-then delivered through painful effort and sacrifice by a woman willing to give you the precious gift of life. That truth alone deserves your gratitude and respect.
…But behind all your stories is always your mother’s story, because hers is where yours begins.
In order to protect the honour of her motherland, she had betrayed the trust of her mother.