I have to leave now

“Old Mother” Life whispered “you have worn me out, I ebb too slowly now through your veins to be of any use”. He looked aside wistfully “but you have borne me many times over…such is your making. The Creator created through you. Look at the children and their children and still others you will never know. All from your womb”. Life sighed, thoughtful.
“Age weighs heavily with you now, look at how possessively he grabs at your hands… draws a glazed veil over your eyes”.
“I’ve watched you Mother, witnessed your countless sacrifices as you shared me with so many others, ignoring that this day would come”.
“Remember” he said, presenting thrilling, glittering memories “remember…how you could make a lazy breeze race through your hair and the roughness of your fathers cheek against your own? Remember when your laughter was music and you proudly wore a shawl of hope and a blinding crown of dreams?”. “Do you remember the taste of love?” Life turned away and the Old Mother thought he might leave her forever with that memory. “Your lips and eyes carried her promise, while I bangled your arms…became evident in your womb, flowing through you in blood and milk and tears and all the while you thought your heart could contain no more. Yes, I showed you some of pain and loss and suffering too but this is written before time. It is the way it must be, will always be”. He trailed his fingers over her in a hopeless, thudding ache.
“This vessel of yours cannot contain me any longer. Listen to how I rattle against its hollowness looking for escape. Death will escort you now, though no matter how gentle he tries to be, he has never known his own strength – he takes you to meet eternity. And may it be well with you, Honoured Mother”.

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