Falling, Dying . . .
Ripples through the air.
A magical lullaby, strings of hope and sweet yearnings.
A mother welcoming her daughter, and telling her about the wonders of life.
Sweet nickers, gentle snorts, along with warm, melting brown eyes caressing and hoping for happiness. Believing in happiness. Waiting just ahead, only a little further. Come little one, come just a little further and you’ll see . . .
Don’t be afraid. You are cherished to me and to all. Take the step and open the eyes, behold the welcoming world . . .
Oh, if only it were so . . .