Untitled (A Mother's Poem)
Last night I had a vision
of a magic hummingbird
Who’d come with mystic wisdom
to a question he once heard
My dream became a story
that was written just for you
upon a prism rainbow
he created as he flew
As he spun his magic tale
it was painted on the sky
along with graceful notes of
an enchanted lullaby
The evanescent melody
starts; “Once upon a time”
and generates perfection:
unveiled memories, sublime
Long ago, and far away
you awoke and came to me
and commenced an epoch query
for a child of only three
I picked you up and kissed you
and you gave a kiss to me.
”Have we always been together, Mom?”
“Will we always be?”
“I think so. Don’t you?” I asked
and my eyes filled up with tears
as if our lives could be summed up
by the number of our years.
Your tired little eyes exposed
your innocence of youth
but your brilliant mind brought
peace, quickly reconciled by truth
Entranced in thought you pondered
then you turned to answer me
“I think so, for sure!”
you insisted, most emphatically
Like links upon the chain of life
joined by unseen tether.
You chirped your explanation,
“We’ve always been together!”
“When Mema was so tiny,
that you couldn’t even see,
Nana was seed in her,
You were in that seed, with me!”
I closed my eyes and held you
then I kissed your little head
“Yep. It’s true.” you said. “Always.”
and you shuffled back to bed
Just when you think it’s over
and it’s reached a wondrous end
The end is a beginning
and we round the magic bend
I dreamed about a hummingbird
luminous and blue
Who emanated mystic wisdom
into rainbows as he flew
The melody diffuses
as a harmony of hues.
Surrender then crescendo
into eternities’ good news
The orchestra of life explodes
and our hummingbird returns
to weave his final tapestry
sprouting life from ashes burned
This is a perfect story
and it has a perfect end
giving rise to new creation
and the bird will fly again
Many, many years from now
As you gaze at the night sky
You’ll think about this story
then remember me and sigh
Glance up to the crescent moon
In its’ stead you’ll see my smile
tell me all about your day
and we’ll visit for a while
Gently I’ll caress your cheek
with breeze upon the air
and sprinkle you with moonlight
so you know that I am there
We’ve always been together,
and we shall always be.
A little birdie told me so,
as you did, when you were three.
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