MOTHER
(Smiles faintly)
In the beginning, my children loved me. They truly did.
(Reaches C and stops. Happily looks before her,
using her hands to help describe what she says)
They would laugh and play, calling me joyously to join them in their fun; never forgetting me, never forgetting I'm the only one.
(Hugs herself, smiles)
We were all so happy, so free.
(Folds her hands before her)
They asked for only what I could give them when they were young, and I asked for little in return.
(Sadly)
Perhaps, too little.