On her knees…
With a delicate dance of her hands…
Mother Life’s fingers grazed the wet sand…

Endless tears pouring out…

What about me?
She wrote…
What about love?
What about life?

My son…
You might build a wall…
Imprison your sick mind…
Runaway…
Hide…
But for every brick of your wall…
I shall give life…
Love…
Hope…
To a million hearts…
She cried…

My son…
Your times of fear
one day…
Will come to an end…
Your wall will collapse…
Turn to dust…
That day…
My son…
You will come to me
and with endless tears pouring out…
You will ask…

What about me?
What about love?
What about life?

Xoanxo 2017