What is life ? Birth and death one from flesh one from spirit. Human life goes on no matter in which order it comes,young or old we die.
I am coming to terms of losing my life creator my Mother. Her beauty has waned her spirit is weak. A fragile shell is what exits now, how cruel our bodies can be by are eating it's self.
A weak vessel the body is, the spirit is the fighter. Enduring searing pain to see just another moment. Generations we seek to live, creating another form of ourselves, hoping each one will be better than our self's. This is how I see life, now that my life creator is entering the realm of ever lasting peace.
Great Grandmother and Great granddaughter my heritage speaks it's native tongue our spirit names have not been given to the young one yet.
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