Words fail me to describe my invincibly strong mum

Mum's eyes sparkled and a flicker of amusement played in her eyes

 when I told her I  want to write a refreshing, sweet detective story series for all ages. 

I twiddled with the thought of who will be the main character. I lay on my back counting sheep with my left hand, the usual way I sought sleep while chanting my mantra. 

The door was partly ajar and a ray of light was coming through it. I could discern mum with too much excitement was running like a chicken with its head cut off. I  could immediately think of how mum had nourished my soul when father's old ticker stopped and the greatest catastrophe ever happened because the sly villain was desperate for a welcome addition to their bank account.

I looked dazedly then jolted into coherence as an intense feeling washed over me. I remembered how mum brought hope when my life went topsy turvy, with her exceptionally precise type of mind she straightened and tidied all the mess of, medical and other documents father left. She neatly tagged everything and neatened up so that we could survive and my medical documents aren't missing and my treatment continues. Even now she goes pottering around the house cleaning and tidying every corner. She doesn't believe in living in a whirlwind of mess. She has a very good eye for little details. 

If anyone could arrange a series of apparently unrelated facts into a coherent picture it was Mum with her peculiar alertness. I decided I  would write a few escapades and she would be my heroine. 

Only she can bring the assassins to the justice of a mysterious death. She is good at ferreting out the facts in reality and she would do a jolly good job in the realms of imagination in my tales. She can stand against those with nerve, unmitigated gall who commit first-degree murder of someone's desires and dreams. She can bring in hope through her extraordinary feats by pulling out a  soul whose spirit and dreams have been killed. 

I'm afraid that the road looks longer

I choke on all the words which I never let reach my lips

You only can  feel the pain it inflicts

In my madness

With your calmness

You lend me your ear

You put meaning in my meaningless life

Ward off my silliest fear

Your unconditional love

Your smile makes the journey worthwhile

Never let me break down and cry

I stay strong because the road is long

Aye, we'd reach together by sunset. 

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