I am following you down the street, the cobbles make it harder for you to push the pram any faster, so it is quite easy for me to keep up with you. As I draw closer I look down into the pram at your child, a beautiful bonny baby shrouded in yellow. I’m guessing you had a girl, I know yellow could be used for either sex but she looks like a girl, there is a look of her mother.
You have two children now, I wonder is your family complete. I suppose it is too early to tell, you are still so young yourself. Your daughter with that lovely thick curly hair just like her father’s, holds tightly onto the pram beside you. She is chattering away at the double as you walk towards the park, a happy family unit on a beautiful summers day.
You don’t know me although we have met a few times now. We met in the children’s library when you helped me find the book I was looking for and we met again at the summer fete when I was helping out with the face paints. I sat behind you on the bus last week and across from you in the café the week before. It’s not strange that you see me often, it is a small village and you get to recognise most folk around here.
I’m going to the park too, the dog could do with a run and I will stop for a sandwich in the café by the children’s play area. It would be nice if we were there at the same time, I know that is your ritual on a warm day like this. I have some bread to feed the ducks should your little one like to do that, but we will have to see if you go to the lake today.
I like it here, it’s a nice place to live, lovely for the children to grow with the countryside all around them. I hope you stay, it would be lovely for the children and wonderful for me.
It took me a long time to find this village but I’m happy now after a lifetime of sadness and regret. I never felt complete before I came here, I’m not really complete now but I’m probably as close as I will ever get.
I watch you from the café, pushing your daughter on the swing. You both laugh as she soars high in the air, high enough to give her a thrill but safe enough for you, how clever of you. The pram is close by and your eyes constantly move from pram to swing, what a wonderful mother you are, how lucky the children.
I never had any more children after they took you away from me at 16. It has been the most painful thing to me and although I did eventually meet a good man I felt that if I had another child it would be unfair to you. It would be like replacing you and that would be impossible. Frank and I divorced and he has a family of his own now, I’m happy for him.
I would never tell you who I really am, I know the people that brought you up are your parents. They are good people and did a wonderful job, for that I will be eternally grateful. I have observed the love between you when you wave them off from one of their visits. I love them too in a way, like you they have been included in all my prayers.
I look up to see you entering the garden area of the café. There is not a table, you stop to look around for a space to sit. Lily, your daughter points over in my direction, yes there are spare seats at my table by the swings. Today I have been blessed I think to myself as you sit.