Put your lips together
And open it wide as you breathe in
And recite the primal mantra
"Mama"

Come on,
You can do it.

This magic word
Erases your age
Your ego and position
And recreates you as a child
At the breast of your mama
The young and the most beautiful one
Does not matter
If she is now in her twenties, forties or in seventies
Or long liberated from her mortal self.

But can she be ever detached?
Or can you ever be a grown up?
In the mere thought of her
You become
What you were many years ago
Many decades ago
With her tender touch
You become one with
The newly born deer fawns
The flightless baby birds
The ducklings
The vulnerable but safe kitten with eyes shut
Because your mama is always with you.