2024-06-06 - One Egg Chilled

Mother flowed, slipped away from the mind and still-forming fingers that could not grasp her going, let alone why she would go.

Not warming.
Not glowing.

Without the sun of Mother’s presence, everything was wrong.

Not covered.
Not sweet.

Something was missing. Something intangible yet substantial and necessary.

Cold.

It could not yet feel the warmth of the sands below it, but Mother’s absence left it feeling chilled, empty.

Dark.

There was no brightness from Mother’s positive regard, her pride in her offspring.

Exposed.

It did not have the concept of danger, or knowledge of being alone or not, but without Mother’s presence, heretofore unknown anxieties skulked in the corners.

Bitter…?

Before more than negligible fears could form, Mother’s presence returns, as sure as the tide of unknown seas. Safe-warm-comfort washed over them, banishing negativity.