To Nourish

A Gift to my Mother

As a child of seven, I wanted to give something special to my mother. I searched for a gift like no other, a gift to express my love and to please her. I wanted to capture time, perhaps not the present, and take her there with me to live forever. There was only one way she could go. I had to provide the key to her mind that would unlock her feelings. A key she had to exchange, of her own free will. Exchange the struggle of life for life. For you see that the struggle of life is not the same as life.I guest I wanted to give her life so she would never die and forever laugh and forever love me. But she could not see the beauty nor worth in my gift. She never had time. There was always something more important: the cadence of the struggle.
So I push on searching for that key that will give to me what I want to give to the world. Then one day I realized I was my mother.