The clouds thundered and roared.
I wailed. That’s what newborns do.
My ears couldn’t handle the noise.
I wanted to keep my eyes closed.
The sky was dark, the lightning blinding.
My heart was pounding, and I,
I couldn’t stop shedding tears.
They think we cannot sense, but we can.
I knew it when I was held up,
Held up from the discomfort of the bed;
From the discomfort of the earthly things
Into the ‘arms of peace’;
Into softness softer than talcum.
She looked at me with eyes full of love
And as bright as the Pole star.
Her smile a gentle ballad
With the charm of a blank verse.
It was soothing, calming.
It was fierce – the love!
My body was newly birthed, but
My soul had seen it since forever.
I knew why she was a mother.
I knew how selfless she could be.
3:00 AM in the morning, and no,
No one could keep her asleep.
I was wailing. She could not sleep.
She tied her hair up in a bun,
Gently rested my head on her shoulder,
Hummed a soft tune, now and then,
Told me all sorts of stories –
Of kings and queens; of good, of evil;
Of fairies and witches;
Of why the clouds thundered.
Somewhere deep down, she knew,
She knew I’d understand.
Ever since she’s held me that close.
Ever since she’s comforted my cries.
Ever since she’s had my back.
And what have I done?
I’ve seen her simplicity,
Her strength, her endurance.
She’s like the words in my book.
Life would be just a bundle of blank pages
Waiting for some sense to be put in.
From the wailing child, I’ve changed,
Trying to be the lioness she is;
Trying to love like she does,
And be strong as she is,
For she makes the perfect subject
Of a blank versed poem –
Not perfect, just beautiful.