Long Live the Queen, my Grandmother and all the Mothers!

Today, 8th of March has been full of reflection over life...
Oh, just to remember, being a child I didn't care about things like death, sorrow, and I knew I was always under protection of my family. But most of all, it was my grandma who raised me, cause my parents had to go and work and I waited until evening every day in my granny's house for them to come and pick me up...
We learned songs together, we went to church together, we played, we listened to my grandma's old stories of her childhood...
Now she is 74 and blind and worries about her health... The tears always dry her face out, she says it is because she cannot see the tears come out, but we all know what her tears are falling for...

All the years she raised us she gave her best, she gave us more - even she attended only 4 classes and could barely write. Many of her dreams come true and she can tell people what will happen if she hears what they dreamed about last night. All of the people of her age passed away and the only thing she enjoys in the community is going to church, sing there. But now she cannot walk the ling way and she knows she cannot stand all the mess.

Still she keeps the word of GOD and the faith!

As for me it is hard to go through the events like Woman's Day and New Year and so on because I see the wrinkles and the pain, I see the age and I count and wonder how many more events like that we will spend together. I leave 3 hours away from my Grandma but every time I come to see her I count the time and those minutes for me are the most important things of my life!

P.S. When the grandmothers speak, the Earth will be healed. (Hopi Prophecy)

Long live my Grandmothers and all mothers of our World!

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