A Moment With Mother

(December 31, 2018)

I could feel her presence over my figure as she reached to grab the blanket resting on the back of the couch.  Her hands made little sound as she first draped the blanket on my feet and then slowly pulled it up to my chin.

I dared not open my eyes to reveal I had been awake, for that would steal from her the joy of looking after the one she had taken care of since infancy. And I dared not open my eyes, for that would rip from me the peace of being taken care of as though I was a child again. Pride is not an issue when you are receiving care while you sleep.