Last Memory of his Mother

Hans Thoma

“I love you Mam” Jon said under his breath - reflecting on his very last memory of his Mother and how she had cared so much for him. He missed her immensely. No one could take her place. Fruit of her womb, life of her life, breath from her breath, nurtured at her breast. She had given him existence and taken care of him like no other.

A single tear escaped his eye and ran fast away down his cheek. It was as though this one recollection had restored his sanity to its usual pivot. Jon collected himself and then his few belongings, and once again, set off down the empty road before him.

-Gabriel Brunsdon, Finding Self - Second Guesses- Azlander Series