Tuesday, June 23, 2009


She tiptoes around me, bent over so that her heart pieces, having less distance to fall, are less likely to wake me. The following words have already formed in her head in the event that my eyes do open:

Oh please don't worry, it's only mine that I'm breaking. Yours is going to be just fine!

5 comments:

♥ bfs - Mimi ♥ said...

This makes me feel sad.

kendalee said...

Oh mine's breaking reading this. It reminds me of my mother, who always protected us from her heartbreak even when she was in bits. I sometimes wish I could turn back the clock and look after her better with this grown-up insight that I didn't have then...

Claire said...

Why is it, that hurt can be so strong and yet so fragile all at the same time?

cindy : quaint said...

it is beautiful and does strike a sad chord with me. it reminds me of the sacrifices mom's often make for their kids.

Beverly Ash Gilbert said...

So sad, especially since she is protective of you.

And I'll join you for a game of boule - so glad you thought to bring it along!