​M-O-T-H-E-R
Two syllables.
Six letters.
A very important meaning.
We all come from her,
Not only physically,
But are moulded by the radiance of her presence.
Or absence.
Mothers infuse every fibre of history.
Hitler had a mother.
So did Gandhi.
From mother to daughter, we say.
For every daughter may become a mother,
Formed from the ideas of her mother,
Of her mother.
Of her mother,
Of her mother.
There is no such thing as individual motherhood.
How we mother is formed and shaped by what we learnt from our
Mothers.
And even if we do everything differently,
She still made us the mother we become.
Before a mother came more mothers than stars in the sky.
And after her will follow more mothers than moons surrounding planets.
We are one in billions and billions. A particle shaping the next generation of
Mothers.
Does that mean we do not matter, if we are only one in so many?
We matter greatly.
We may only be one of many mothers to come and go.
But to our daughters we mean everything.
We are the stars, sun and the moons of our sons.
We are their universe.