Time, what does time mean on a list of what matters. A single act of courage that forwards and carries me through my life. Moving out of one instant and shaping events, forming who and how inspiration creates my essence, core and truth. Will I count at any given instant, forming and defining my opinions, residing in enlightenment. Will I leave a legacy of words, heart and trust; because I have become a friend finding love in friendship. Defining is what matters. Time precludes moving forward without a thought of purpose. The most important delineation was when I became a mother. Why was there no clarity. I had decided to ask my son once what had I done that mattered? My ever questioning mind complicated this thought. In one clear voice he said: “Why Me” This was a truth that he knew; he was loved.
Universal questions abound; do you have children? How many, on and on. We decided and that was it. No long term romance of this thought, we never defined completely when married. A moment in time without continual romantic interaction. Our hopes of poetic bliss were preempted in a flash. Wondering in our pregnancy and hopes of being plural became a noun. Was this a universal action to focus the love I was to build.
My time ticks as the clock reminds me I am always a mother in absolutes,no abstractions, no poem that can’t be understood. A complete sentence that I conceived and built within and he will build his life, remembering he was loved by a father and a mother.
