Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 24, 2008 1:43:56 GMT
I can't seem to stop the tears, for once I'm not crying because I've lost something or because I'm hurt. Far from it. The house feels alive again, I don't feel as empty as I did. Every thing's alright for once.
The habit of walking into Alex's room and hearing nothing but own my crying has stopped. The overwhelming guilt of failing as a mother has lifted slightly.
A soft baby laughs, pulls me away from my thoughts and I grin down at Alex, who's wrapped in his baby blanket, secured tightly in my arms.
I silently remind myself to thank Emma for this.
"Hey baby," I whisper softly, walking around his room, kissing him softly on the forehead, wiping my eyes with my other hand.
Alex gives another laugh, raising his hands up into the air.
I smile for what seems the first time in days. It seemed so long since I had last seen him, but he hadn't changed a bit.
He had a bit more hair then before, but he was still as tiny as ever. Those eyes, those eyes that I loved so much, they were still as bright as the first day I held him. "There's a song that inside of my soul. It's the one that I've tried to write over and over again," Setting him down softly in his crib, I brush his hair back off his forehead. "I'm awake in the infinite cold, but you sing to me over and over and over again." I sing softly, tracing my finger lightly over his face, making him laugh. "So I lay my head back down, and I lift my hands and pray to be only yours. I pray to be only yours. I know now you're my only hope."
I gently slip the prayer beads my father had given me onto his Quidditch mobile. "Sing to me the song of the stars. Of your galaxy dancing and laughing and laughing again. When it feels like my dreams are so far," I smile softly, as he takes hold of my finger with his little hand, "Sing to me of the plans that you have for me over again." I lean forward, kissing him softly on the forehead again, "So I lay my head back down and I lift my hands and pray to be only yours I pray to be only yours, I know now you're my only hope." Tucking a loose strand of hair back behind my ear I watch his eyelids drop slightly.
"I give you my destiny; I'm giving you all of me, I want your symphony, singing in all that I am. At the top of my lungs I'm giving it back," Pulling the covers over him, I gently let go of his hand, kissing the top of it lightly.
"So I lay my head back down and I lift my hands and pray,
to be only yours; I pray to be only yours, I pray to be only yours
I know now you're my only hope."
The habit of walking into Alex's room and hearing nothing but own my crying has stopped. The overwhelming guilt of failing as a mother has lifted slightly.
A soft baby laughs, pulls me away from my thoughts and I grin down at Alex, who's wrapped in his baby blanket, secured tightly in my arms.
I silently remind myself to thank Emma for this.
"Hey baby," I whisper softly, walking around his room, kissing him softly on the forehead, wiping my eyes with my other hand.
Alex gives another laugh, raising his hands up into the air.
I smile for what seems the first time in days. It seemed so long since I had last seen him, but he hadn't changed a bit.
He had a bit more hair then before, but he was still as tiny as ever. Those eyes, those eyes that I loved so much, they were still as bright as the first day I held him. "There's a song that inside of my soul. It's the one that I've tried to write over and over again," Setting him down softly in his crib, I brush his hair back off his forehead. "I'm awake in the infinite cold, but you sing to me over and over and over again." I sing softly, tracing my finger lightly over his face, making him laugh. "So I lay my head back down, and I lift my hands and pray to be only yours. I pray to be only yours. I know now you're my only hope."
I gently slip the prayer beads my father had given me onto his Quidditch mobile. "Sing to me the song of the stars. Of your galaxy dancing and laughing and laughing again. When it feels like my dreams are so far," I smile softly, as he takes hold of my finger with his little hand, "Sing to me of the plans that you have for me over again." I lean forward, kissing him softly on the forehead again, "So I lay my head back down and I lift my hands and pray to be only yours I pray to be only yours, I know now you're my only hope." Tucking a loose strand of hair back behind my ear I watch his eyelids drop slightly.
"I give you my destiny; I'm giving you all of me, I want your symphony, singing in all that I am. At the top of my lungs I'm giving it back," Pulling the covers over him, I gently let go of his hand, kissing the top of it lightly.
"So I lay my head back down and I lift my hands and pray,
to be only yours; I pray to be only yours, I pray to be only yours
I know now you're my only hope."