Small drabble in honor of Mother's Day. Absoulutely no plot, but filled with honest love for mothers. Send to all the mommies in the world!

In loving honor of my mom. In loving memory of my mama.

:-:Naruto:-:-A Mother's Tribute-:-:


xo-:-xox-:-ox

Slowly, she came closer to the spot,

Her spot.

and brought the simple flower closer to her, just to smell its scent again.

Her scent.

Just one more time. One more time she'd be allowed to do it.

Her smile.

Memories of her glowing with happiness. She just couldn't help but to smile a little, before catching a sob in her hand.

Her eyes.

It was too much. Singlets of tears ran from her sepia eyes, and her shoulders caved under the pressure.

Her hands.

The flower rustled in her quiverring grasp. The flower clutched tightly to her breast.

Her warmth.

She yearned for her mother's hugs. Just to be able to hold her.

Her mother.

The one person who took care of her and gave her everything she had, down to her looks and skill.

Her mother.

Gently, strong arms encircle her crying body, and slowly rock his wife and child into calmness.

Her child.

Infront of her stands her little girl. Her little girl, and her little girl's girl.

Her tomb.

With his help, his hand helping her, guiding her, slowly bringing her and the flower closer to the headstone, and traced along with her, the name inscribed.

Her turn.

xo-:-xox-:-ox

After a while, he helped his wife back on her feet, and rubbed her pregnant belly to console her. She leaned into his body and placed her smaller hand on his wandering ones, both caressing their soon-to-be- little girl. Soon, she will be the one taking care of her baby girl. She'll be the one smiling at her child and giving her hugs, and laughing with her, and his, smiling faces. Soon, she'd be the one to watch 'daddy' tuck in his little princess, and kiss her goodnight. Soon, she will be able to be just like her mother.

She will be a mother, a mom, a mama. She will be a..."...mommy," again.

"I love you."

As the sun began to set into the horizon, the family of four, yes, four, a mommy, a daddy, a little big brother, and his baby sister-to-be, walked toward their home. Each of them wished the mommy a wonderful day.

A small kiss on the neck,

"Happy Mother's Day, Tenten."

"Thank you, Neji."

A small hug around her leg,

"Hap'i Math'a's Day, mom'y!"

"Thank you, both of my babies."

A thought.

"Happy Mother's Day, baby."

'Thank you, mama.

Happy Mother's Day.'


This goes out to all the mothers, mamas, moms, mommys, and mom'iez in the world. Happy mothers day. call your mother and tell her you love her. tAlk with her, even if it's not face to face.

It might seem confusing in the end, with the mommy, I love you, but that's tenten thinking it, and her son telling her that at the same time. Most of this drabble can be written for more thatn one person saying or thinking it. Food for the mind. Message for the soul.