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)
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