As I sit here in this stuffy office room
I remember
Her sweet face, warm charm, her laughs in starts,
Her prattle, her poise
She cries not, for she knows I ain’t near
And she should not be of mess
She knows, yet she pines, looks around forlorn,
For me, her mother, I know
Helpless, I browse her snaps
Equally lost, as she is.
I am cluttered, and bruised,
Yet I try hard to piece in my love for her
I fear the hand that will snatch her
If it does,
Remember, my child,
Wherever you be,
In whosever arms, in any lap,
Your mother waits with a world of love
To show you how open the universe of the heart is.
I wish to walk you through the sands,
And later, take help to walk through the same path
How much we can learn thus, and feel
To be one, with ourselves and the air
Sweet Child, I love you,
not coz I am your mother
Words fail, tears swell, when I think
Of you, and then me
My mind melts as subtly as your touch
It wanders yonder from where you came,
Child of God, will you tell me, of my abode
How much I long to be back, the free ether to breathe
I now get it all
My writhing pain She sensed
And lo, here you are
A whiff of fresh air from the world Divine
You’re my mate, that God send
My essence, my mind.
I love you
Because I desire to live and love
You remind me that there is afterall
Something called love
By me....
