Mama

In your arms I feel the familiar soft embrace

which keeps me safe between each slumber

the confusion broken by reassuring murmurs

and gentle kisses till finally I drift to a

magical kingdom of unknowns

~

Time, yet to form conventions of each moment

is a discovery for all the senses, each need

met with predictable tenderness and assurance

safe in the embrace of where I came 

and still not knowing where I shall go

~

Though ignorant of how long I have been here and yet

intuitive that it’s where I am meant to be

patterns of life and loved ones that come and go

make sense now as I tentatively embark

on personal routines of learning

~

A sea of little faces as mine suddenly silent as we arrive

reaching up to your hand till finally you left me

fearful yet curious to discover this new world

I pass the day oblivious to your chores, until like a vision

you appear,  I run to you and all is as it was.

~

Memories evoke the warmth of those forming years where

morning prayers religiously wrapped with cuddles

and maternal cooing were a cloak for what might come

each hand on sicken brow and gentle words

a reminder of how it is to be truly loved

~

Time brings wise perspective with an expected yet ignored

maturity burdened by its suffering and as the circle closes

a new opportunity presents in these frail moments

one of honour and privilege to nurture and care

in the unconditional way you taught me

~

In my arms you feel the familiar soft embrace

which keeps you safe between each slumber

the confusion broken by reassuring murmurs

and gentle kisses till you pass finally to a

magical kingdom of unknowns