Surprise


I have a surprise for you,
my father said.
Come outside.
I step out and see a woman before me.
Small and thin, head down,
face hidden by a tight brown cap.
Who is this woman? Where is the surprise?
Say hello, don't be rude.
She looks up, her deep blue eyes catch mine and
our gazes hold.
I can not move.
I am frozen by emotion, shocked
by the image of the woman before me.
A breeze passes and my cheek feels cold,
A single tear has escaped me.
Those eyes, I do not recognize her but I recognize those eyes.
They are the eyes of the woman who cared for me
and the eyes of the woman who left me.
They are the eyes of my mother.
We have finally been reunited.

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