A Delicate Drape

The day after you were delivered As you lay all pink & bundled Warm in the Cradle of my arms Self congratulating, smug, I lay In wonder, Watching that naughty Golden light Flitting and brushing, the lightest touch O'er curled strands, Oh so delicate Brown trailing to invisible light Tender curved, my breath, I held lest they rearrange, disturb your tryst with angels A small tuft, the frailest of cluster So well draped, so finely drawn O'er the most perfect creation, God ever made Huge brown pools of love Beginning to stir, tiny sparks alight A fleeting glint, at the brim of a new life Few more days, I watched mesmerized The whisper of brown, more strongly etched Now a darker brown, trailing to light Yet stubborn they continue to hide The early relam of our first sweet memories A simple truth never can be denied Nestled together, awakening in the mirror of our soul The strength of this bond, that you are mine, you are mine. Copyright ©Seema Jayaraman, Mumbai (April 2007)