Written for MLMM Monday Wordle;
the prompt words are shown below.
Here’s where the prompts took me.
dream ~ touch ~ kind ~ calm ~ forehead ~ hand
cool ~ shared ~ picture ~ cheer ~ want ~ before

Before the bad dream takes hold, she is there.
A kind hand reaches through the dim light of the sickroom, pressing gentle fingers to a burning forehead. The touch is so practiced, so certain, that even in the worst of the fever’s grip, a child knows it and is calm.
“You want to see the picture?” she whispers. It is a small watercolor she painted years ago …. a garden, a yellow gate, a sky that never quite decides between blue and white. She holds it up where tired eyes can find it.
This is a shared thing between them now. The picture and the sickroom and the soft distinct dark of three in the morning.
She hums a little …. not quite a song …. just enough to fill the silence.
Cool cloth. Cool hand. Cool voice.
“You’ll be right as rain by Sunday.”
Slowly, the walls stop tilting. Slowly, the garden in the picture stills. The child does not know yet that he will carry this moment his whole life …. the weight of a mother’s hand, the quiet cheer of being tended, the way love arrives without a word before the fever finally breaks.
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This is “The Mother” by Brandi Carlile
Everything on The Elephant’s Trunk was created by me, unless otherwise indicated. Thanks for your consideration. NAR©2017-present.

Told as only a mother could.
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This is true. Thank you, my friend.
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Such a tender, loving story ❤️❤️
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Thank you, Lisa. I’m sure you’ve been there. 😌
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Delightful, Nancy.
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Thank you, dear Keith, for a lovely comment 😌
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What a lovely post and video Nancy. Thanks for joining in with such a precious piece of writing.
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Thank you for such a beautiful comment, Di. It felt like the words were custom-made for my story. 😌
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Most welcome.
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Oh! Beautiful.
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Thanks much, dear D. I know you’ve been there! 😌
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❤️
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This is lovely.
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Thanks so much, Dan; as a dad, you know how difficult it is without kids get sick. 😌
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It is, and we feel helpless, even when in control.
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You have captured this precious moment so well Nance – perfect use of the prompt words and great song choice 💞🩷💞
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The words was so perfect, this story could have written itself. Thank you, Ange. 🥰
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Well I think it had a great help from your hand Nance!!
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☺️ 💛
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Aww, so lovely Nancy. It reminded me of my father as he used to sit by our bedside when any of us was sick.
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Oh, dear Sadje ….. what a beautiful memory that is. Thank you for sharing and for this lovely comment. 😌
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Thank you dear sis
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💕
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💗💗💗
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A beautiful piece, and the perfect song for it 😊
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Thanks so much, Clive. I’m sure you lived this a time or two with your girls. 😌
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We did! I’m sure every parent will have gone through this. Such a painful experience for a parent when they are too small to tell you what is wrong.
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You are so right, Clive. When our kids can’t tell us what’s wrong, it’s frightening for them and very concerning for us. Not only are we trying to help them feel better physically, we’re trying to allay their fears.
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so lovely Nance 💜💜
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Thank you, CA. 💜
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