My Mother Star
Clouds descended at the pinch of midnight
sketching a faded portrait that I saw form;
my arms perched high to the blood- red sky
and the woman that bore me appeared above.
I searched for her like a lifetime ;
gathering records through ream of files :
we connected thrice, her twilight dying,
that in a monotone, I still ask why
she gave me away in deep reflection.
My mother held me, her almond eyes
lonely, yet her voice clear in forgiveness ,
granting our nights with bits of sentiment.
How I missed that chance of popsicle rides
or childhood doodles…quite late for us
to mark breakthrough undone, where dreams
could have been fondled in a nourishing way.
Every now and then, come late evening
when I see my real mother, a lone lady star,
this heart bleeds at the thought that
I never knew her enough …and like
an abandoned waif, I cry, asking heaven
that one day, when my time arrives
let there be two bright stars playing
on coastlines, under rooftops, in the sky.
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Contest of Silent One, Long Lost Family
8.18.2016
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