As we strolled through the park hand-in-hand, I turned to my beautiful wife and silently thanked the heavens for having her by my side. Then I thought, why should I keep this to myself? “Honey, thank you for being you, I don’t know what I would do without you.”
She beamed at me and blushed “What brought that on?”
“You know, I’ve been so down lately about Mum, it’s been so hard, but you’re always here for me,” I said, looking up at my dear old mum, sitting on the bench ahead of us, knitting away. Earlier, I’d asked her what she was knitting and she told me it was a sweater for her son Thomas. “That’s me, mama,” I had told her. She had looked back at me, angry now, and said “Don’t be ridiculous, Tommy’s at school, who are you?!”
It was heartbreaking watching her deteriorate like this, day by day getting weaker. Her moments of lucidity were becoming fewer and further between and I could feel her slipping away. I felt the tears welling up and couldn’t help letting a few slip down my face. We stopped, near to the bench, my wife squeezing my hand and rubbing my back. Mum looked up from her knitting and said, “Hey Tommy, what’s for dinner?”
I sat next to my mama on the bench and took her hand in mine, kissed her cheek. “I love you mama, let’s go get pizza.”
Today’s Writing101 Prompt : A man and a woman walk through the park together holding hands. They pass an old woman sitting on a bench. The old woman is knitting a small, red sweater, The man begins to cry. Write this scene.
The twist today was to write it from each person’s point of view, and I wish I could, but I don’t have time today.