A Mother In Sorrow (on the threshhold of eternity)

a mother in sorrow (on the threshhold of eternity)

i asked myself to paint painters block and what came out on the drawing board only words can describe there is a memory like lead it won’t move in either direction so to bare witness to it is to illuminate ugliness until it grows legs and takes us on a journey to a time when i could neither paint or write because i was busy with staying alive you were part of my body then--- in the moments we were born we were enveloped by holy and insignificant truths breath becoming water in the lungs to hold you baby, was like sheltering a tender white rose bud from fire and ice from cruelty and gain until we were no longer distinguishable and one lump of useless flesh discarded and abandoned to our sleep you’ve learned to cry my son, in tender years i have saved the best part of my heart for this memory and there are no more fences to pass through back from where you came you cannot go we surrender our bodies to those aliens we call beams of light we call it future but it is simply eternity