As I flipped through the photo album,I couldn't stop the memories from flooding back and the tears from filling my eyes.Though they say time is the master healer of all kind of wounds....I don't think time will ever heal me.
It was on the 19th of April 2020 when my mother kissed the surface of the earth goodbye.After contracting the Covid 19 virus,she was admitted at the hospital for a period of 3 weeks before turning her back against the world.To people she died a heroin but to me I didn't want her to leave me in this wretched world alone.How was I going to face this thing called life without her holding my Hands??And assuring me that everything was gonna be ok??
To me my mother is still alive because I see her in all the old familiar places that this heart if mine embraces all day through.I always look for clues to her in books and poems,I always search for the echoes of my mother,the scraps of words and breath,the silken ties that say,"Hey,look...she existed!!"