Love.

The ripples washed softly on to the rough gravelly beach. Although their force was only meagre,they managed to form little foamy fringes as they nudged into one another, and the little boy standing on the shore was just enthralled as he watched them.The miniature waves reached just up to the tips of his  little pink toes, circling around them and causing such a tickle, that the young lad  giggled in absolute delight.

Today was a special day. It was the 21st, and a Sunday. The weather was so perfect, it was almost mocking this occasion. The sun hung high in the sky, which was now the colour of cornflowers. A slight breeze brushed against the boy’s cheeks and ruffled his hair. The visit to the cemetery had been lovely, and he had even taken her her favourite yellow roses.

2 years ago today, when the boy was only three, his mother wrapped him up with her entire body in a final act of desperation , as the cab they were in flew over the mountain’s edge and  tumbled down the rocky ravine. He was found peeking from under his mother’s shoulder, as she lay face down on top of him. He had not been crying at all, but her body was broken beyond repair. She moved on to the after life, having given herself up for her little boy.

He cannot remember her face, but he definitely knows that she was warm like a midsummer’s day and that she radiated a profound sense of comfort. She was like the blanket she would tuck him under every night. She made him feel safe and loved.

She was like a blanket. A blanket of love. Sworn to protect her little boy forever and always.

He turned to the tall and handsome young man standing next to him. The man was silently sobbing and his grip around the stalk of the single yellow rose tightened as he looked into his son’s twinkling eyes.

He doesn’t know why, but Daddy blames himself. Daddy had been working late with his friend from his office, just like he had done for so long. She was blonde and beautiful and always winked prettily at the little boy and would press her finger to her lips at him everytime he and mommy  visited Daddy at the office. She was nice to Daddy, and Daddy always smiled at her.

He had been too busy with his work that day to take them home from the post office where Mommy worked. So naturally, a taxi had had to be called.

That was the last day mommy had smiled at the little boy. The last day she spoke. That day, she had tucked him under his blanket for the last time.

Her own special blanket of  Love.

Ever-lasting. Sweet and untainted. 
Self-less and unconditional .