My Mother's eyes

Blue

The color of my mother’s eyes.

The color of the summer skies.

Now every summer sky, brings me back to a time when she was alive.

Blue used to inspire me to be free. It reminded me of the good times with my mother and me.

As the years went on, I lost my way. I felt so lost and alone standing over her grave.

The once happy blue skies were now a painful reminder that I would never again see my mother’s beautiful blue eyes.

I struggled more than I’d like to admit to. Missing her is the hardest thing I’ve ever been through.

One day, I found out I was having a baby of my own! I was so excited; I told my mother the news as I sat by her grave alone.

I was looking for some sort of sign that she knew. But no sign came, just that painful reminder as I sat under the sky that was so blue.

I drove home angry and mad at myself. That’s when I told myself she was dead, and I need to bottle up the pain and set it up on the shelf.

I was nervous to meet my son, because I knew he would be the most the perfect thing I’ve ever seen. When I gave birth, I kept my eyes closed because I was nervous to see.

The doctors had to tell me to open my eyes. To my surprise, my baby boy’s eyes were the same color as my mother’s eyes. My heart fluttered as I saw my mother’s blue eyes staring back at me.

That’s when I realized how unique the color blue is to me. Because most people would associate blue with sadness, but they do not see what I see... because every time I see it, it reminds me of the two people I love more than anything.