Mummies and Mothers

A lump of pain was bandaged across her knee, shelved off the dead bones and un lively tissues, a (Egyptian) Mummy now, a Mother earlier. Cast in her own life and by situations that bind, she tries to put her best foot forward…sometimes in vain…but now in pain. Mummies long live their past and remain a silent mass weighing down (historians) people’s memories. And similar are the lives of so many more creators who have mothered us, preceded by a cycle of their very own of longsome history. Time remains eternal while we change our roles. Walking on earth as tropical daughters who bloom breezing through springs of childhood, growing further through wintry pangs of adolescence and youth and when older, crucified in summer fires in silence. We are reborn through hard labours of seasons of life and emerge alive from dark holes of pain unto a life of bright hopes and happiness. Clothed in love by mothers, while bandaged by the hands of time that reverses our roles, we remain mummified-in a box of others requirements, wants and desires, carrying within our chest a strength to create and love. History repeats itself and so do We.