neco crono

 48 de vieti purtate cu demnitate

some say she went to see who rained from haven with angel feathers for cats to catch them as they fall and take them back to where they belonged where life although unfair but as fair as we are and we make it in our own  image and as we are going with it with all the choices that we make or not become not our ones but life becomes ourselves in the place that we happen to be with only the clothes that we wear at the time knowing that we are what we are remembered by for those who have something to remember us by and then when all we can remember our self's by from our memories become none but our ones and you can see clearly who you are and how others would like you to be and you see old people saying they are waiting to move on but life lets them wait to see life begin again and feel sad to live as life just begins again but their beginnings can not be lost in time as life moves on with new ones and then as life changes into new clothes you say cheers to mothers who save the continuity of life as we stay in touch with places and persons that make us feel like ourselves and change us and them into the persons that we tend to be and eventually become either one even evan if we want it or not the paces and persons that we tie our self's to become what we are so in honorable memory of those who modeled our life by choosing to care for us and us choosing to understand the way we need to be modeled and raised from our child age to the one that we tend to be and then jump into life as if we try to save our self's from the useless passage of time without us being in it trying to predetermine things the way we want them to be but times determine them self's by the moment and their age you find them in your life people build and model the paths that they step on and on those paths you find your way home and guide those who come after you to the origins that make you feel like your self as long as at the end of the path you find some familiar place called home and some people to call parents as new people make their way up into the family tree other fall like an old leaf in winter looking up to the tree that they helped grow changing their purpose by helping their roots others to bloom connecting trough new bondages trees that heal the earth that they live on and you feel and know when one comes out the oven to bake new bred or when it need to be cleared from the ashes that did its job and need to step down from the furnace that metamorphoses food into life with safe and warm motherhood and respects the order of the way life goes by growing birds capable of flite and being sad as they go away wishing they find their way to their own home and the home where they want to be depending on the path the wheel of life falls on its course.

p.s. in honor of my grand mothers that passed and the one that still does her job and lived their life with all the dignity they had available in their times.