Mother Like 0 Twitter Jasmine Uitto Follow Sept. 22, 2016, 12:47 p.m. in Creative Views: 847 Like us on facebook Someday, flowers will grow through the cracks In my skin and my bones will become the Very soil I once walked upon and Took for granted - Someday I will become The Earth, the Earth which I claimed to love But didn’t care for as well as I should Have; the Earth which welcomed me with open Arms and raised me just like a mother would. And I told myself that I was doing My best in caring for she who cared for Me and fulfilled my selfish wants despite The fact that it was slowly killing her I knew it was bad but I didn’t think That someone as small as I could ever Cause harm or much less be any help to Something so majestic and beautiful As the Earth and the universe in which I was raised with the trees and the stars so elegant and for some reason, I thought that I was more important than they were How selfish! That is not how I was raised, Is it? Not by the Earth, the mother of My mother and everyone before her I am a child of the Earth much like The flowers and the oceans, but they were Here long before I - where did I get the Notion that I am more important than They? Someday, flowers will grow through the cracks In my skin and my bones will become the Very soil I once walked upon and To disrespect the Earth from which I was Birthed would be to disrespect my own roots Which grow from the Earth like the roots of the Weeping Willows; to disrespect the Earth, which I will one day become just like all Of my ancestors before me is to disrespect myself and all the other magnificent beings she loves with the unconditional love of a mother. Published by Jasmine Uitto Share Mail Messenger Twitter Pinterest Linkedin Comments Related Article Creative A BIZARRE CHAIN OF EVENTS? Creative mother don't go Creative WHERE DO YOU SEE GOD?