A Mother, totally.
Once upon a time, when my little ones were growing up, I envisioned a life that would never be separate. We would, as time passed, become older, but we would never be more than a heartbeat away from each other. This is the Clan Thought, something that is encoded in our DNA.
As we moved in the space we call now, we all undulated in and out, over and under. We changed and morphed, much like the particles held within a glowing lava lamp. Even though change came, we were always close by each other. When miles moved us apart, even then, we remained close. Daily we listened to each others voices, shared in the tears and laughter of our experiences.
Time brought us all back into the same place. Sharing was hourly, by the moment. Babies born, being held within our embrace. Growing, caring, loving, all of us. Forever was what we all wished for in this beautiful existence we had.
You came one day and said, ‘I must go. The babes, they go as well. For my well being, for theirs.’ I said ‘You do what your heart tells you is best’. My eyes welled with tears. I knew that once done, it would be years before seeing my shining stars again.
Selfish, I thought, well, at least I saw my babe’s first birthday. At least I saw my young man’s fourth. Not again to see these for many years. Time will pass, but it will not heal this hole in my heart. Time will not dry my tears.
You will be fine, young and healthy, all of you.
I only ask that you be here when I die.
Text created by Susan Isabella Sheehan
The Mother Of Children
“Art Is The Perception Of An Altered Reality©”
Copyright 2008 Surreal Digital Artist™
Thoughts In My Stream Of Consciousness…..