he safety of a mother's embrace is timeless and forever yours. It is
the only place where fear has no place to be. Though my mother was
taken when I was very young, I am grateful to have been able to share
twelve memorable years with her. And now as I approach the age of her
passing, I still can remember the comforting protection in her arms;
her love and tenderness still flutters steadily in my mind.
I remember I needed only fall into her tender
arms to chase away the fears that taunted me, and without a word spoken,
her gentle rocking soothed me and told me everything was going to be
okay. Anytime I found myself in need of safekeeping, I merely sought
refuge under her protective wings, knowing no monster could ever
penetrate her well built fortress of affection. And just as fear was
removed by her gentle hugs, so was the lack of self-esteem; her
promising hold remedied anything and everything that ailed me.
Through the years after her passing, I've
often felt her nearprotecting me. I've encountered many
foreboding demons which lurked in the shadows of time waiting for a
chance to overtake me, but all were subdued and rendered harmless by
her protection. At the age of thirteen she gave me the strength to
defend myself in a boxing match. Bloody nosed and tattered, at the edge
of defeat, I asked for her help and soon her reply came. I swung a
crashing blow that sent my competitor to the hard wooden gymnasium
floor. For several years that victory served as a warning to other
would-be aggressors to peddle their goods elsewhere.
On my twentieth birthday, while climbing down
a two-hundred foot microwave tower, I was saved from a certain death
when my climbing gear slipped from my waist and clanged its way to the
ground, but for a brief moment my balance was steadied by a strong gust
of wind, which allowed me to grip the metal tower and to continue my descent.
My survival of two head-on collisions, I
believe can only be contributed to her protection. In both accidents I
wasn't wearing a seatbelt, and because of the speeds involved, I should
have been thrown into the windshield, but because of her protection, I
was able to walk away from both accidents without a scratch.
Throughout my life I have learned many things
and roller-coasted even more emotions, but I've never seen, touched,
heard or felt anything that could come close to the protecting embrace
of my mothers love, even after her death.