The last rays of the day filtered gently through the window bathing the room in a surreal, golden light as she stood behind me carefully brushing my honey-coloured hair.
Two generations apart reflected in the old mirror with the tarnished corners.
I watched her face as she brushed rhythmically and saw unusual tenderness on her eastern european face. A naked, vulnerable expression of love, acceptance and peace reflected back at me.
A privileged moment shared.
The sun lowered, the light altered and her expression reverted one more reminiscent of the cold, war-torn country she left behind so many decades ago.
That fleeting, perfect point in time was gone but remains forever captured in my mind, like a treasured photograph.
beautifully said…
Thank you 🙂
one reason I began was with the cancer and radiation, I was afraid the memories would be lost.
Now your memory is forever shared….. Thanks for sharing…
You’re very welcome. I think sharing memories is a good thing, I enjoy reading about yours too 🙂
laughing, although I admit I am curious to see the the nose ring, especially after the boxing story
Beautifully written – brought a lump to my throat!!
Thanks, I think!
Madame Riveting words!!! Cheers Nonoy Manga
Thanks Nonoy!