Eleanor's Petals #2

 

"Ah, thou'rt embittered by the radiant eyes of his, fie not, my dear, those dark eyes of his are truly something was it not?" 

 The mother speak to her child. The child, for whom the mother had for long decades, succumb to the mother's presence. In response of the child's stare, the mother once again speak to the child.

 "What is it thy wish? To become a poet? To manufacture lines of words to him?" 

 "Yes, it is a wish of mine, mother. The prodigies of words, mother. Bestow the knowledge upon me!"

 The sincere plead of the child and an excitement inside the child's eyes caused a minor earthquake in the mother's heart, but how could she grant the child's wish? For it was not a trivial matter, for she did not understand the mere gravity's choice of hers. The mother, once more speak to her.

 "Fie not, my dear. Allow me to hold you, only for but a moment,"

 Winter's breeze flow through the mother's whisper, providing warmth for the child's body and very soul.

 "Mine fair and beloved dear, thou'rt unfit for mother nor anyone to bestow such knowledge upon thy heart. Hast thou comprehend the weight it conjureth? Words will goes through and through than any blade forged,"

 "The knowledge will be yours for the taking, my dear. Thou'rt unfit for now, let the rivers of time grant its wisdom upon you."

 The mother, released the child from her embrace with a static smile on her face, and a frowning face on the child's lip.

 "Pray, mother, then I shall wait. Send words far and wide, for a never ceasing voyage will be embarked by I, for a master poet will soon arise under Eleanor's countless wisdom."