Fireworks finale—a descending canopy—envelops them. “Whoa!” Her five-year-old’s hand, she holds. Through his eyes, awestruck, she watches. Her husband’s forced-enthusiastic presence, this moment excludes.
Faraway pops-and-crackles, she hears from her bed. That little hand, she misses. Her now-adult son will hold her hand when she needs, she trusts.
Motherhood and writing are two things Shanti Chandrasekhar finds most rewarding and fulfilling. She writes from her home in Maryland.
I held my mother’s hand as she took her final breathe….
Oh, Kenny…thank you for sharing that. I couldn’t have put in words all that my son does for me now…so in the fictional story, I left it at “trust.”
In just a few words, I’m touched with the tender relationship between you and your son. This is so beautiful and moving. Congratulations, Shanti!
Thank you so much, Patricia! I find every story of yours beautiful and moving….
This is a heart tugging piece of writing. Beautiful words, so lyrical and raw.
Thanks so much, Tracie! When it comes to “raw” stories, you’re the queen!
Well done, Shanti! So compressed and rhythmic and affecting.
Thank you, Tom! As always, coming from a writer like you, it means a lot to me….
Beautiful. Very touching. 💗 it.
Thank you, Sue.