Page 96 - People & Places In Time

Thoughts On A Memory
She was such a pretty little girl perhaps three and a half or four years old in a simple, going to church dress, with blond hair to about her shoulders, maybe it was a little longer. Dark eyes intent on her mother’s face, as the mother’s arms held on, the small body arched backward, such that they were eye to eye, their faces ten or so inches apart.
The music was not overwhelming, considering the size of the church, nearly filled, with at least a thousand worshipers. A violin and piano supported the choir while the congregation serenely filled in, creating a quiet, meditative tapestry. The sun shone through a large stained-glass scene extending down one whole side of the sanctuary behind the alter; the filtered light enhancing this spiritual scene spread before me.
Wisps of the girl’s hair kept falling across her face as her mother gently blew the hair back each time. The girl’s eyes never blinked as she continued focused on her mother.
As I watched, I wondered if this young girl would remember this intimate moment with her mother when grown. I hoped so . . . I wish that it will become a gentle loving memory of her moth- er, from this oh so brief moment in time.
Journal entry ~ February 8, 2019