Of the Future...Part Nine...
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Of the Future...
9...
The woman in blue stood over the cradle, humming softly to the fussing, but asleep child.
Watching from the doorway Laurence Nightingale opened his mouth to something… anything… and she turned to look at him.
She wasn’t old, but ageless. With eyes that seen the whole of the universe and wanted to share it with everyone else. But only if she liked them.
The soft white hair, that still showed signs of once being a deep luxurious red, was tied at the nape of her neck and flowed more or less to her knees.
Her dress was vaguely Grecian in style. The fabric looking as if it had been hand dyed; the colour ranging from pale icy blue to clear skies to deep ominous storm clouds, it seemed shift as if she stood in the path of a slight breeze.
Her arms; covered in swirling patterns that looked organic and geometrical all at once, bought a finger to her lips.
A silent parental warning…
Don’t wake the baby.
Watched over by her self appointed honorary grandmother, the slightly long-windedly named Astrid Kathleen Sparrow-Nightingale slept safely in her bed.
Finis…
Grandmother - a wonderful mother with lots of practice. ~Author Unknown
A grandparent is old on the outside but young on the inside. ~Author Unknown
Grandparents are there to help the child get into mischief they haven't thought of yet. ~Gene Perret
"You're more trouble than the children are" is the greatest compliment a grandparent can receive. ~Gene Perret