This is a gut post, it comes from the deapth of the soul, from sadness and desperation. Only in such moments, my writing writes itself and I have little control, if any. This is one of those times…
Once upon a time,
When I was five,
I watched a family of insects in a jar.
Did they have brain?
Did they know?
Whose rules did they follow?
Days, weeks, months…
Little, translucent larvae appeared on the leaves,
In the jar
I watched …
Days, weeks, one two three,
The larvae changed into tiny insects,
They moved slowly.
My joy, not their parents’
The insect-parents died the instant the babies came to life
The insects’ job was done:
I stand alone as mother of humans,
I am asked, what is my motivation?
Why do I want the best for my child?
Health? Respect? Education? To use the gifts bestowed upon her?
It MUST be a selfish motivation, is whispered in my ear,
to want the best
For my beloved child
Why can’t , I, like the insect, disappear, not care… die?
May be because…
I AM HUMAN,
WITH A DIFFERENT PURPOSE THAN AN INSECT
THE THINKING RACE!!!
IF WE WASTE BIRTH GIFTS,
WE PAY, SOONER OR LATER>
I AM A HUMAN PARENT,
NOT AN INSECT. MY MOTIVATION IS TO SEE MY CHILDREN
GO ONE STEP FURTHER THAN ME ON THE LADDER OF EVOLUTION
IF GOD’S GIFTS ARE DISRESPECTED,
BEAUTY THROWN TO GUTTER,
TAKERS CRUSHING YOUNG, CONFUSED FLESH
UNDER THE WEIGHT OF LUST AND GREED,
WE, THE HUMAN PARENTS LOOK IN THE MIRROR OF LIFE AND SEE
HOPES , LOVE KILLED, GREED TRIUMPHANT’
VALUES SHREDED TO PIECES,
What is a human mother’s motivation to want the best for her children?
When the baby-insects came alive, their parents instantly died,
I, the human, was but a spectator…
I turned the jar upside down and let the baby-insects free…
I wondered what happened to them?
Later, I was told, only a few survived.
Their parents never knew.
They were already dead!