A story about an elephant family, a tale of my own family |
For longer than time can remember she has always known the way to We have always followed her unquestioningly. Her wisdom and her only her children, but her children's children like a trickle of We never thought of the future without her because she has always soon she must hand over her mantle. It is a heavy robe, that she has carried with such seeming ease plenty and those of lean. It has never caused her hardship as she wayward child and welcome them home. Even those, not of her kin she would welcome in, not as outsiders children. It was the way of our clan, as handed down from matron I am young in this clan, but I have not been immune to the change I have seen as her children have begun to lift the edges of her shoulders, but it seems so big, so heavy, so ill-fitting to anyone Yet this change must happen for the herd to continue to move in We must rise above our fears and proudly take her mantle, all her example she has shown us and move forward. Our Matron has shown us the path we must follow that which will nourishment and growth. Like the great pachyderm Matrons of the Sahara guiding her herd to precious water must pass on her secrets to her sisters and Matron. She has passed on her love and her wisdom to us. My only wish is that Mamaw can enjoy her golden years free of her relax and be glad about the knowledge that we have learned what That as her children, and her children's children we will find our water.... |