Untitled (A Mother's Poem)

Last night I had a vision of a magic hummingbird Who’d come with mystic wisdom to a question he once heard My dream became a story that was written just for you upon a prism rainbow he created as he flew As he spun his magic tale it was painted on the sky along with graceful notes of an enchanted lullaby The evanescent melody starts; “Once upon a time” and generates perfection: unveiled memories, sublime Long ago, and far away you awoke and came to me and commenced an epoch query for a child of only three I picked you up and kissed you and you gave a kiss to me. ”Have we always been together, Mom?” “Will we always be?” “I think so. Don’t you?” I asked and my eyes filled up with tears as if our lives could be summed up by the number of our years. Your tired little eyes exposed your innocence of youth but your brilliant mind brought peace, quickly reconciled by truth Entranced in thought you pondered then you turned to answer me “I think so, for sure!” you insisted, most emphatically Like links upon the chain of life joined by unseen tether. You chirped your explanation, “We’ve always been together!” “When Mema was so tiny, that you couldn’t even see, Nana was seed in her, You were in that seed, with me!” I closed my eyes and held you then I kissed your little head “Yep. It’s true.” you said. “Always.” and you shuffled back to bed Just when you think it’s over and it’s reached a wondrous end The end is a beginning and we round the magic bend I dreamed about a hummingbird luminous and blue Who emanated mystic wisdom into rainbows as he flew The melody diffuses as a harmony of hues. Surrender then crescendo into eternities’ good news The orchestra of life explodes and our hummingbird returns to weave his final tapestry sprouting life from ashes burned This is a perfect story and it has a perfect end giving rise to new creation and the bird will fly again Many, many years from now As you gaze at the night sky You’ll think about this story then remember me and sigh Glance up to the crescent moon In its’ stead you’ll see my smile tell me all about your day and we’ll visit for a while Gently I’ll caress your cheek with breeze upon the air and sprinkle you with moonlight so you know that I am there We’ve always been together, and we shall always be. A little birdie told me so, as you did, when you were three.