To move beyond my darkened confines,
and gaze at the world now by light defined.
Alive outside, on a day with the sky so blue,
white clouds, green leaves, shades of every hue.
Sweet air to breathe since my early birth,
of touch and scent - the things on earth.
The sound of children filling my ear,
of parents and loved ones soon drawing near.
To gaze in wonder at my own worldly visage,
now reflected, at last, in a smooth mirror's image.
But especially, I want to behold my mother,
whose meaning to me is like no other.
The face that is God and the universe for me,
whose vision means love, and allows me to be.
To sense the warmth of that gentle caress,
that calms me down and soothes my distress.
And nourish beneath her soft velvet *****
gaze up at those eyes, whose intent I must fathom.
It is nature's way that she decides my soul's fate,
that I die alone , or make heaven wait.
Jan 8, 2019
Jan 8, 2019 at 12:52 PM UTC
To move beyond my darkened confines,
and gaze at the world now by light defined.
Alive outside, on a day with the sky so blue,
white clouds, green leaves, shades of every hue.
Sweet air to breathe since my early birth,
of touch and scent - the things on earth.
The sound of children filling my ear,
of parents and loved ones soon drawing near.
To gaze in wonder at my own worldly visage,
now reflected, at last, in a smooth mirror's image.
But especially, I want to behold my mother,
whose meaning to me is like no other.
The face that is God and the universe for me,
whose vision means love, and allows me to be.
To sense the warmth of that gentle caress,
that calms me down and soothes my distress.
And nourish beneath her soft velvet *****
gaze up at those eyes, whose intent I must fathom.
It is nature's way that she decides my soul's fate,
that I die alone , or make heaven wait.
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