MOTHER

I came from the darkness and stoic silence

No sight was seen, No sound heard around thence

Was propelled towards the light one day

Was I anything, no a blank piece of clay

 

I had eyes without sight yet sensed she was near

My hands she’d never leave, for me, she’d see and hear 

I had a tongue to speak but did not know-how

She’d read my mind and understood somehow

 

I slowly began to connect perceive and comprehend

A life full of rectilinear curves, zigzag paths, and bends

Happiness is all that I got from the vibes she’d sent

Protected I was always a helping hand forever lent

 

Oceans of people and bonds, deep yet complicated

The cacophony of words, flowing fast and unabated  

Inky black below in deep, a deceptively white surface   

At bay, she kept all leaving a colorful palette for me to face

 

Rusted rooms. dusty corners and stale thresholds renovated

Sharp edges smoothened and pains usurped and eliminated

A relentless journey of love and sacrifices she undertook

Filled my days with light and love from heart in her look

 

Meandered I with time across the terrain of existence lost

Rescued me each time from sorrow no matter the cost

Led me iambically helped me in treading the wise path

Gave me an alabaster vision as shards of time cut her hands

 

 

Selfish I became wandered on my own with an unsteady sway

With time stepped indifferently ahead and thoughtlessly away

Didn’t care to be a bit pedantic, felt didn’t need to be told

Yet for her acquisitive and selfish child, she’d keep love in folds

 

A quest I began for priceless amethysts and divine opals

Ventured deep into the earth with spades and shovels

Heat and fire for even a moment I couldn’t withstand or bear

Sybarite in me though, befuddled thoughts far and near

 

Lush green forests with bubbling brooks around with their wealth

Beckoned me in for my well-being, good spirits, and my health

Trekked as I deep winds howled clouds closed in black and dark

Retraced my steps for a coward that I was and ran back

 

Not giving up my false pride I aimed for the peaks

Capped with snow green cover with pines and teaks

Nauseous I felt as the climb began uphill

I swooned and fell, crashed on earth and lay still

 

At last distraught, I thought of asking angels for wings

Glide I could across the skies a song I could sing

As I ascended the top to conquer and fly high

Did I fail miserably sat and wept to wonder why?

 

Come now. Hush my child there is no room for tears

Courageous you must behave faith expunge your fears

Here take my wings and glide across the skies wherever

For she severed her own gave them to me, she was my mother

 

As I spread my new wings blessed by her, I turned back to look

Tears welled up in my eyes and my entire being shook

For I was blessed and loved selflessly by no one but her

God indeed couldn’t be everywhere so He created the mother