Boy

My child and I
Hold hands in the rain
Stepping over puddles
Mising a step
Splashing into a few.

He gravely observes my comical dismay
As I survey the wet bottom of my jeans...
My shoes squelchy and soggy
My demeanor defeated
He grins toothsomely
And squeezes paws with me
And no boy has ever looked
So
Handsome.

Handing him over to his precious Florence Ma'am at school
Explaining breathlessly cause of lateness
Teacher and I exchange smiles
I catch his upturned face with a glint of  smile
No flower boquet delivered to my door has been this velvety soft
As butter satiny as his sunshine.

My own
You're my son
Like sun you shone
Upon golden throne of your birth
And no music made its mark on me
As your aeroplane warbling crooning into restless nights.

My baby boy sleeps
Tossing aside blankets to dig deep inside the bedsheets
I have to uncover his face and release his smothered breath

Baby building safe wombs in his dreams
Mamma pacing the soft sepulchre of house sealed from
Inside.

Sometimes inside is all you need.
Sometimes the Insider inhabitants of the torrential heart
Makes this life a wholesome worthwhile dream.

And outside howls a temptress wind
Promising pumpkin carriages
And hesitant princes.
But at midnight sweetly kisses a prince of heart
Who knows what he wants
And that's only you.

Only you
His Mamma.

And all Wants and needs
Become united in one cherished deed.
Motherhood.

My love sleeps tight, still as a mouse
And quietly breathes
my loving living house.

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(c) Amrita Valan 2014