Dear Mom,

 

 

     Hello mom… No don’t turn back, I am here. I know you well. You don’t know me yet. I am within you. I snuggle inside you. I am the flower bud that you cultivate day after day. I’ve been waiting for eight months to talk to you. Listen to me, put one ear on your belly. Here it is, I feel a shudder. I have ears but I can’t hear. I have a mouth but it is muted. My eyes are half closed and I can’t see anything but when you are sad I cry, and my tears get dissolved. At night, I perceive the muffled vibrations of your soft voice, the subtle vibration of your nightly caress but also, the inexplicable thunder and sometimes, frightening shockwaves.

     To the extent of your muscle contractions, I imagine the pain attacking us. Who, in your open world, can attack you so badly. I am sad. Dear mom, I promise you that I already love without limits and that, when the day comes, I will defend you with all my being. I am growing fast you know. You fill me up with so much tonics. Do you hear my heart beating fast under your kind ear? It is yours and it will always watch over you.

     After the hard journey that awaits me, no one will ever hurt you again. I will endlessly cry if I feel your sadness. I’ll cover myself in horrible pimples to protect you by distracting attention. I will go so far as to die for you, dear mom. I will not eat again until the return of a serene love.

     When you are old and worn out, I will carry you in my arms. I will tell you this: if your ears can no longer hear, I will tell you fairytale landscapes. If your eyes can’t see anymore, I’ll kiss your wrinkled hands and your emptied cheeks and you will remember the subtle waves of caresses from the past.