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Lyrical Poetry Occasional Poetry

My Mom, The Wren

red roses and a happy mothers day note
Happy mothers day to all

Your smile leads me again to where I began my life,
Your gentleness touches me deep, healing my wounds,
Your embrace, though am a grown up, cradle me tight,
And in this endless night of mine, your bright light looms.
Often, I want to creep back within your warm womb,
And become again that little baby wiggling inside of you,
As perhaps then, I dreamt of love all day through,
While I am sheltered, inside of your nurturing cocoon –
And for nine months, you safely carried me around,
In the end, you painfully delivered me to the world.
As your memories were mine to touch, my mind hurled,
And in my mouth, the milk of life springing from your breast,
Feeding me fire, where I knew I could safely rest,
As you sang to me an eternal sound, I perhaps knew then
That I would forever carry you inside of me, like a wren.

Thank you mother. I love you very much.

These days I am very busy indeed. I hope to get the time to write a blog post about the short story I’ve been writing recently, and of everything new that I’ve learned while trying to finish it in time for submission, and of the new story idea (for the Darcocyte series) that bloomed in my mind while writing it; but also about my new engagement that will be taking much of my time. Until then, take care.

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Occasional Poetry

Thank u Mother

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Mother, you are soft land
From where I sprouted out
Where your caring hands
Give me the needed comfort
As for me to rest my tilted bones

When you open your arms
Wide and with all love there is
My mind strengthen with hope
Hope that I might too
Become as caring as you

Through winds and rain and pain
You keep your arms and heart
As a shielded shelter that retain
All the blood links that this world
Holds within, its rest and breast

Nothing will ever compare to you,
For you solely carried my soul
While my body weaved
And strengthened while floating
Into your amniotic bag of fluid

It takes two to create a life –
Primogenitors
But it takes only one to carry it –
Nine months in womb
One to go through all the traumas
Physical mental change
And the sufferings of birthing
Pain stitches scars

Thus, thank you mother
For there can’t be another.

Today we celebrate mother’s day. So, happy mothers day to everyone, particularly to my mother. Mmmmuuuaaahhh.