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THEY SAY A mother’s Journey They say time is the indefinite progress of existence and events; the past, present, and future. She came silently into this world on an unknown island in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. She was beautiful. Her life was simple growing up, without much knowledge of the world outside her tiny island. All except for what she read in the treasured comic books that she ‘borrowed’ from her cousins and what was broadcasted from her transistor radio; with these she nurtured the world that was her imagination. At last with 18 years of youthful inexperience she moved to the city. Here she grew and flourished. To my young, innocent eyes she was the universe. With her I travelled the world without leaving our little house. She raised children, cats and dogs. She was what held a struggling family together. Had she been born in Jesus time, she would’ve been the rock on which He built His church. “Paris is not a city; it’s a world.” - King Francis I Our little house was Paris. A place she built. Paris, where we learnt what romance was, where we felt love in the food she made. "A Rose-Red City, Half as Old as Time" She was an old soul. Through her we learnt love, sacrifice and perseverance. Things only time could teach. Like the ancient city of Petra, she was beauty and love and knowledge. “Give me a lever long enough and a fulcrum on which to place it, and I shall move the world” Like Archimedes she imparted knowledge older than the books modern schooling provided. She taught us of the ancient gods, the rise and fall of great empires. “Italy has changed. But Rome is Rome.” - Robert De Niro The world outside changed but she remained our constant. When the world outside bore down on us she held us up. "He that flieth, flieth! He flieth away from you, ye men. He is no longer in the earth. He is in the sky. He rusheth at the sky as a heron. He hath kissed the sky as a hawk. He hath leapt skyward as a grasshopper" (Nardo, 113) As the pyramids of Egypt stand, what a site it is to behold. A symbol of ancient times facing an ever-changing world. That was what she was, a symbol of greatness, wonder and mystery. In her bosom she held secrets as old as time itself. She flies away for she is no longer of this earth. Like the utterances engraved in the pyramids she ascends to the heavens. She left as silently as she came on that unknown island, in that world she built around her, with the children she bore and raised with love and sacrifice. With her I travelled the world; to Paris a city of romance and food, to Petra in Jordan to experience its age-old wisdom only time and experience could teach. To Greece and its empires. To Rome where we saw the land of the old gods. To the ancient pyramids of Egypt and its wonders. I traveled the world with her without leaving this tiny island.