An Envelope of Fulfillment
I have let you grow your independence,
Like a wave that leaves her mother sea,
To face the lividness of craggy rocks,
And soften happily as you heal.
As I grow weaker, I have to let go,
Where only room for labored breath,
Bends and seeks your tender youth,
Proud to see you brave all fret.
Death bestows its relief on me,
A will to promote the love in you,
What I have yearned you bequeath in me,
In repose I smile, as you hug me like few.
By Rekha Ramani
(July 2016)
-copyright 2016-
Jul 17, 2016
Jul 17, 2016 at 10:50 PM UTC
An Envelope of Fulfillment
I have let you grow your independence,
Like a wave that leaves her mother sea,
To face the lividness of craggy rocks,
And soften happily as you heal.
As I grow weaker, I have to let go,
Where only room for labored breath,
Bends and seeks your tender youth,
Proud to see you brave all fret.
Death bestows its relief on me,
A will to promote the love in you,
What I have yearned you bequeath in me,
In repose I smile, as you hug me like few.
By Rekha Ramani
(July 2016)
-copyright 2016-