A tale of child turned to adult-realizing the long lost love for mother |
An ounce of grief can wipe out a ton of joy While a drop of bliss can blemish an ocean of sorrow Symmetrical is the shape of the void When all your senses are empowered So jewelled is the heart made of clay Functional - the soul with a hole Our skin a guise - gracious display Our partial vision makes us whole So confirm your existence with your expressions Offer no resistance in bouts of depression For it is when you are truly low The depth of your being is least shallow And challenge your mind – Fear not of all that you may find For when your moral twine is perfectly aligned Only then can you replicate the divine For we all seek the womb of God The celestial cradle Yet how foolishly we are awed To know that we are enabled Enabled to give and to take To slumber and to awake To give life and death a chance To make it rain without a dance We have come so far yet we’re still so lost In this journey bestowed upon us We have conquered and we have failed As we seek our Holy Grail So love your mother and remind her more That she has a child Whose love is real and is pure Expand her life with a smile For when the gates collapse and the trumpets blare Nobody but she will be there She is pure - she is broad She is woman – She is God |