Generations divided us
And the blind spots between our generational gaps continue to widen
With the consciousness of an era transferred as a single truth to behold
A single reality contained for the both of us
All the above dates were and are concepts that summarize the fleeting transitions of the past, present and the future.
They all existed and will exist because your will permits it.
A plethora of individual moms enduring complex consciousnesses; with the onus of societal epithets mounting pressure on them to give up their minds in exchange for generational approval
Did you cry for a better future or for a meaningful past?
Moms with geographical perspectives rendering permeable and incontrovertible insight
Evolution thrives because of you; and we vicariously measure the depth of our existence out of your womb
Empathy for mom; the beliefs that held you down and hold you back.
The pain of your wisdom and the silence of your triumphs
What were you like at 22?
Purpose is a story we invent to navigate our way through the morass of this vast and proverbial universe
Maybe you were also just as ordinary with extraordinary dreams; not knowing that one day,
I would exist.