Prompt 10# Lucy Remembers Her Mother
It's never quite the same.
Without them I don't
sleep, for the arms that enfolded me,
spoke of love and hope
Brother tries to hold me close,
his arms are strong and sure.
But never do they know me quite
like the ones I wish would draw
me close and hold me dear,
stroke my hair and keep me near
Sister tries to comfort,
her arms are gentle, sweet.
But she never can replace
The arms I'll never again meet
The Lion's mane is warm,
perfect, lovely, true.
My heart aches
For there are none like You
And even though I leave behind
the arms I held most dear,
I know I will feel them again,
In the country free from fear.
"Hey Lu, what are you writing?"
"Oh, um, poetry I think?"
"You think?"
"Well, I was thinking about what Cor asked the other day, and I suppose I wanted to put my feelings into words."
"About the Other world?"
"Yes."
"Can I read it?"
"Mmhmm."
"…this is really good. Is it about mother?"
"Yes, I miss her sometimes, you know?"
"I know. I do too."
"Do you think we'll ever go back?"
"I don't know. Probably not, but who knows what Aslan has planned?"
Author's Note:
So, this is really not my best, but I've been pretty busy today. Forgive me?
Hopefully tomorrow's will be better :)
Trix