Mother Where Art Thou

 They say a vain man lives not for real significance, or value, or importance. He realizes no purpose other than his own self conceited ways. He never takes the blame for his shame and therefore he shall never be remembered only for this. So his name shall inherit no value. This goes too for the woman. I sat one day and wondered how I would feel to not have a mother. This brought tears to my eyes as I thought about all the beating hearts of little children that want mothers and have not. For all the little boys who need fathers and are without and visa versa. But more for the ones without mothers. For mothers are the nurturers of life and all it's abundance. The womb of a mother can be felt from a child as it grows from birth intil it comes of age. Because I have a son and daughter I couldn't imagine never being there for them by choice because as choice has it I would give my all for and to them. I could never do as I see many parents, especially mothers do. I see children crying out from inside " Teacher, oh my Teacher whom I so adore why do you leave me beaten, broke, and sore." Then I stop to wonder what goes through the minds of those parents who do these things to their children, but mostly the mothers. Because a mother is the nurturer of life and the foundation of development. The mother is the root to the seed and first teacher to blooming flowers. Mothers are gleaming light that shines down on stars from the moon. They are the hopes and dreams that a child first sees from the time they open their eyes to the time when the mother lets them go to grow. What has happened to the childrens first dreams that are now torn and tattered and what is to become of their futures dreams as the others are now shattered. Mothers what has happened to your eternal will and maternal instinctive drive? What has happened to the power in mother that can be compared to the earth as it flourishes life everlasting? Oh mothers, Where has your love gone? Where does it lye? For you leave your seeds waiting to die. No tears to stop you, no grief to keep you near, no plees or bargains to make you wipe their tears. So tell me where you've gone if there's a way to reach you tell them how. The children want to know at least Mother Where Art Thou?