A Tear

Life after darkest thought

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I looked down into the smiling face of my 2 ½ year old. She was clapping her hands with glee, giggling and jumping up a down.

“ Horsy Mummy, you be horsy” her exuberance tinged with excitement.

“I just can’t. I want to, I just can’t”. A tear trickled down my cheek.

I habitual cradled my left hand in the right and raised it above my heart as this lowed the pain in the injured limb. Only this time the pain emanated from the heart string being tugged at by the decade old injury.

By Jennifer Forrest

From: Australia