Mother
Angels live in heaven, so I heard my mother say,
in the pristine celestial beauty they all glow divine
as the sparkling stars in the far away milky way,
but I now know they often descend on earth.
If you ask me how I’ve come to know, I would say,
I’ve seen the radiance of my mother’s heart
as bright as the celestial shine of a far away star,
its glow wrapped me like a flower, lest I wither away.
In turbulent times when the family turned driftwood,
she toiled hard to grow our roots in an alien land.
To my deprived uncertain life she gave a gift, a nest,
from where I spread my wings on the sky of the future.
I flew high under the cover of her protective wings,
the wild winds couldn’t blow away the soaring hopes.
In her shadow I live with her undying love, memory brings,
for it’s her hands that sculpted me what I am today.
She has left for her new abode a long time ago,
when in the dismal night I see the north star glisten
to guide me to my final destination, I then know,
she is the star, shining now in heaven with the angels.
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September 17, 2021
Contest : "M" Contest, New Poems Only
Sponsor : Constance La France
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2021
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