In my mind.
In my mind I spend an increasing amount of time thinking about Mum and remembering.
I think of what our wedding would have been like has she been alive, of the preparations and titivating before hand. Of doing her make up and surprising myself by remembering every contour of her face. Her rosy cheeks and high cheek bones, her green eyes and how beautiful they would have looked once I had applied a gorgeous chocolate eyeshadow. Her lips and how she loved to wear her lipstick at all times, because it made her feel empowered. The powdery mumsy smell of her face when I kiss it for the millionth time.
The Chanel NO.5 she would have spritzed on and the outfit she would have worn, I bet she would have gone for a beautifully tailored trouser suit, just to be that little bit different.
In my mind I imagine her playing with William, and marvelling at the joy he exudes.
One day I will see her again.
I think of what our wedding would have been like has she been alive, of the preparations and titivating before hand. Of doing her make up and surprising myself by remembering every contour of her face. Her rosy cheeks and high cheek bones, her green eyes and how beautiful they would have looked once I had applied a gorgeous chocolate eyeshadow. Her lips and how she loved to wear her lipstick at all times, because it made her feel empowered. The powdery mumsy smell of her face when I kiss it for the millionth time.
The Chanel NO.5 she would have spritzed on and the outfit she would have worn, I bet she would have gone for a beautifully tailored trouser suit, just to be that little bit different.
In my mind I imagine her playing with William, and marvelling at the joy he exudes.
One day I will see her again.
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