There once was a mother

about a week ago i was riding my bike with the kids in the neighborhood. being that it is october folks has their decorations out. one house had fake tombstones and one was of an "unknown soul" 1821-1865. i could not but let my mind wander to the "unknown souls". although i was very aware that this was a fake tombstone i am also very aware there are people who pass unknown or unnoticed. with that my mind goes back to the beginning of these "unknown souls" and i end up with - there once was a mother who gave birth. whether or not that mother ended up mothering the child or passing it on for another to mother or father- for that time she was the mother.

the "unknown soul" was once housed in its mothers belly living inches from her heart. that "unknown soul" came from the mothers body into this world. there once was a mother.

today i am thinking of my grandfathers body at the crematorium. the body created in my great grandmothers womb and presented to the world through her body today will be a pile of ashes.

life and death are funny little things. why do we make it so complicated? it seems to me it should be much simpler.