She opened her eyes.
A bright warm glow filled the room,
She could hear a soft twinkling tune.
Dangling animals above her head,
Fresh cotton sheets draped across the tiny bed.
A milky potion, stuffed between her lips.
She started to wail, to scream, tears started to drip.
A tender touch,
A heartfelt hush,
The calming powers of a mother’s love,
Stuffed tightly inside her newborn baby’s glove.
The menacing school bus,
Brought in daily tantrums and fuss.
Crayons and colouring sheets,
The torturous instruments of her defeat.
Encaged in a chamber of words and numbers too,
Where knowledge would imprison her and tighten the *****.
And while all the other children would laugh and play,
She would sit in the corner, lonely and astray.
Listening to the melodious tune the birds would sing,
Longing for the school bell to finally ring.
He ran his fingers through her silky hair,
They were young, innocent and without a single care.
He whispered softly, his eyes bright and alight,
It was just the two of them, engulfed in the blanket of night.
Sown on the hems were twinkling stars,
There they lay, gazing upon the world from afar.
In his tight embrace,
All her problems were erased.
Both of them doused in love’s lure,
For when they were together, time passed by like a blur.
Gently propped on the hospital bed,
A musty pillow tucked beneath her head.
They plunged their knifes deep inside,
The pain so great, yet she stifled her cries.
Then with one great sweep,
He awoke from his sleep.
And a living miracle was born into the room,
Casting a beacon of light into the abyss of gloom.
She cradled in her hand, a bundle of pure joy,
And life was perfect with her new baby boy.
Her pale skin, a crinkled paper,
The puffs from Death’s poisoned vapor.
The tumor, they said, had spread to her head,
Motionless, lifeless, she lay chained to her bed.
She recalled her precious younger days,
A spectacle of memories set her dying mind ablaze.
Glancing around, familiar faces filled the room,
The smallest of them all, humming that familiar twinkling tune.
Her precious child, tears dripping from his eyes,
She reached out to touch him, halting his cries.
A tender touch,
A heartfelt hush,
The power of true love,
Forever engrained, even from above.
The cycle of life set on an endless repeat,
The cycle of life, no one can cheat.
She closed her eyes.
The cycle of life is inevitable, but what you choose to do during your life is what matters the most.
