Sweet mother

I will never forget you

song by Prince Nico Mbarga – Sweet Mother

Does time heal wounds?

Perhaps, the belief of the simple.

In the passage of time, the poignant the loss.

The memories, slowly fade away. Flitting in and out of mind’s space.

Time is mercilessly creating a wedge. Twisting scenes out of shape.

I wish to feel close to precious memories. Yet, I am dragged ahead and away.

Stand still a minute!

Time, just for a second, stand still. Let me be close to reminiscence.

Time, slow down. Time, stop!

Do not place your hand of decay on these memories. Do not touch the freshness of thoughts.

I would rather go back and relive the moments. Laughter. Tears. Love. Cheers.

I fruitlessly push back, yet you urge ahead. Unfazed.

I am powerless.

Does time heal wounds?

How? Will time give replacement? Does time have that propensity?

Time is not a friend. It is ever moving forward. Not a second wasted on the mourner, victor, or loser.

Time’s constant mantra. What next?

How can time heal wounds? Can it create new memories of ones lost? Or rather, does it attempt wiping the slate of remembrance? Will this heal or numb?

Time is not on our side. For what we request, takes no effect. Time will not look back.

Never backward. Ever forward.

Time is right on track. Reluctant to undo events of the past. They are to it of no concern.

Does time heal wounds?

Only time will tell. Yet this time, time cannot be trusted.

Have I lost to time? Perhaps it so may seem.

Time can have its course for now. With it I wrestle not.

I will live beyond time! At the time when time is naught.

I will win in the end; when in timeless eternity my mum I meet again.

HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY TO EVERY BEAUTIFUL WOMAN READING THIS. xoxo

This is a “timeless” anthem for mothers in Africa. It never gets old. We love our mamas!