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)
Copyright © Seema Jayaraman | Year Posted 2015
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