Malleability of Spirit

She appeared in the sky, unfailingly, whenever I was depressed or unhappy. She never, ever let me down. I envied the malleability of clouds to assume any form, to become a symbol of hope.

The same eyes, bindi, expressions gesturing cheer….

How did the clouds mimic my mother so well?

(50 words)

 

Note: ‘Bindi’ is a vermilion dot painted on the forehead, by Hindu women in India.

 

Inspired by Sammi Cox at

Weekend Writing Prompt -10-mimic

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