Mother of Pearl
I see my mother’s face
So peaceful, so bright
Eyes luminescent in her pale forehead
And cheeks framed by green leaves –
She is in the darkest woods
And she is in
The brightest
skies.
Her Image towers over
Woods and dales
I see the lightest tracing of her smile
In the wispy trail of white clouds
On the faint blue sky.
Somehow she is more power-packed
Than all of nature in her greenest glory.
Somehow she is –
My mother.
My robust frame
Counterpoises
Her doll-like figure.
The serene calm peace
She radiates
Takes me back to being
a sleepy babe
In my mother’s girding lap
Safe and secure-
For me-
This weakest, frailest of fragile
Beings
Is a signpost
Of Love’s kindly strength.
And she-
Will be my victory
When she and I –
are no more…
Till then
I shall see her in my dream’s eye
Haunted by her love
Till the day
I die.
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(c) Amrita Valan 2014
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