When I’m 64
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merrymuse
merrymuse Sunflower with her head up in clouds.
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Sunflower Musings

When I’m 64

My mom, she is 4 foot 9.

and yet... She is a mountain.

Her memory fades like the daylight on my ride back home. I had known it would happen, and still, I was caught unaware.

But her smile still awakens me. Warm. Like her hands that have now wrinkled. Sunshine reflected on rippling waves.

Ah, but her tears tell stories that I have read since I was a child. No, they are not bedtime tales... But I know them all by heart.

And one day, I will go... to see the other side of the mountain, of valleys kept beneath its veils. I’d tell myself I was being brave.

But I’m already missing my side of the mountain, even when I still live under its shade. For it is dark and comforting, all at the same time.

It won’t be long though, I think. One day... I, too, will lie down and become a mountain.

And I will look up at the sky to watch the sun smiling down.

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