Chris Doherty

Goodbye, Mom

I saw her today. My mother. She had always been an exquisite beauty, what with her midnight locks and her radiant copper skin. My childhood friends could hardly believe we were related on the few occasions that any of them met her. I am twenty-two years old now; and to this day, I have yet to encounter a woman who was even half as lovely. Seeing her laying in total stillness today, looking so serene, my mother could easily have been taken for a carving of a goddess.