Memento of Motherhood
When silver waves of crystalline crescent
emanate rhapsodies glazed in
Jupiter light.. reflections
of bejeweled June comes
swirling in tunes of turquoise
I feel the sacred sun of
my maternal heart,
drizzle gossamer dreams
entwined in champagne pearl beads~
Upon black diamond spheres,
illuminating the wilted winter
beneath summer skin
revealing an ivory thornless rose;
my sun and moon,
my reason to sing again
for motherhood orchestrates
a celestial choir
beyond and after…..
To my son, my purpose
unveiled from fated milky way,
emblazoned across the
harmonious horizon~
some songs of the soul
stay forever,
as souvenirs of
mellifluous melodies…
I think of the times when
I was lost within elastic
strings of sorrow;
the push and pull of
emotional waves
constantly confusing
my inner child,
until I heard the
first tune within the
symphony of life
through your
carol-like cries,
as I held you
within my arms.
For I’ve dreamt
in patience
to feel a glimpse
of your innocence.
There, I found a
heavenly sonata
through your voice,
while I stretched
to unfurl my fingers
to touch unseen
clouds that
speak in silence,
as magical moments
danced below
micro oceanic stars.
And I still remember
the day, golden feathers
of sunflower skies,
caressed my skin in
soft, subtle strokes.
I felt the divine depth
of halcyon psalms
echoing through the air,
as God bestowed
the most precious
light in lines of
violet vapors upon
my onyx heart.
Now I’ll place infinite
hibiscus hymns
in glass bottles,
let the wind navigate
you through unsealed doors,
show you the path
through unnamed streets.
I’ve been watching
your radiant rays
reluctantly extend its way,
to embrace and envelope
the entire empyrean,
those tender years
when your tears were
like the sound of
thunder to my soul,
for you’ve always
been my strength
and weakness.
I still question
angels residing
in the Elysian castle,
what would have
become of me if not
for your unconditional love;
unconquerable purity of
our ineffable bond,
would I be a poet
without a purpose?
or would I still be
an aimless wanderer,
soul searching through
eclipsed realms?
And where would a
mother’s heart reside?
when the last light
of life extinguishes?
would you search
for lullabies, amongst
unexplored galaxies,
when empty midnights
turn dreams into
cold nightmares~
would you plant
our favorite seeds
in the soil of
my resting place?
I hope the spirit of
these words
will forever be cherished,
with or without me,
as you are the precious
memento that framed
every misery into
miraculous magnificence,
from the home of the
almighty above.
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