A veil of sadness would dawn on her eyes, her lower lip would jut out.And one look at her face would be enough for my maternal instincts to take over, and for me to accede to her childish requests, demands, wants and needs. The protective blanket of my maternal love was the first thing that touched her dejected spirit every time she was reprimanded at school, or lost her favorite toy, or picked up a fight with a loved one. I would take her little hand in mine, give it a little squeeze and lead her to her glass window. Her eyes would widen with wonder and mesmerized, she would leave her callow sorrows behind and befriend the luminous dignitaries of the night.
Her stellar companions are here tonight, and so is she. Her room remains unchanged, but she is no longer the little girl that once dreamed of fairies and elves and prince charming on a horse, on this very bed. The twisted bed sheet that silently brings her series of sleepless nights to my notice is like a mirror of the glistening universe tonight. The light from the heavens is creating exquisite patterns on her beautiful young countenance in the dark, but only a mother's gaze can notice the burned out fire in those hazel eyes. Her stellar companions are no longer a source of comfort for her, they are the unanswered questions in her tormented young heart, projected into the darkness of the night.
And as she waits for a shooting star tonight, unaware of the silent tears that her mother is shedding at her door, all her wishes will be granted. For she won't be the only one who sends a prayer into the distant skies tonight. So will I, for the stars were enough to distract her from a broken toy, but they will never be enough to mend her broken heart.
Yet again, a part of Kanika's Fantabulous February. Only this time, she was kind enough to put up a picture I thought could be a part of her little exercise. Thank you, Kanika! Love! :)