Not So Purple Thoughts

It's Mother's Day where I am! And even though it's not Mother's Day where mum is, I want to celebrate her today. Two countries, two Mother's Days. What's not to like?! Agreed, any day is good to celebrate motherhood, but today the attention is on mums in more than one place in the world.  I wrote this piece in the early days of the pandemic with no intention of submitting or posting it. If I remember correctly, it was a Mother's Day  competition. The challenge was to write a poem about your mum consisting of 29 words exactly. Since I like a little brain task (even more so in pandemic times) an attempt at a poem was made. Here it goes:  My mum is a Sunday cake. Cake that comforts us all and fills us with love. With all her layers and flavours, a piece of cake she is not.  Happy Mother's Day! 

I aspire to share positivity through my writing. But it is hard to stay positive today when there is so much suffering in the world. A couple of days ago, I saw something unimaginable on the news. Something I wished never happened, and something I can never unsee. An 18-moths old boy was killed in a supposed "ceasefire" in front of his parents... I oppose media praying on people's tragedy and sensationalising it. Though I am forever disturbed by the horrific death of a boy whose name I will never know. In my own words: *** I cried so hard today,  Though my soul cried harder.  A lifeless body of a young child was carried to safety. Shrapnel piercing through his organs.  His little fingers covered in blood.  I had hope, but there was no hope.  The faces of his saviours said a thousand words... He was gone.  They covered him with his blanket. The one he used to cuddle to sleep.  His mum and dad still in disbelief.  I stopped crying eventually, Though my soul never will.  ***