Showing posts with label son. Show all posts
Showing posts with label son. Show all posts

Friday, 3 August 2018

Transcendent Love




The stars twinkled in her eyes tonight,
As she grasped onto the memories so bright,
Each day looking past herself,
Onto the tiny tot that smiled aloof.

She pushed past her tiredness,
She rushed past her pain,
Each day each night she looked on,
With a face full of bliss at her child.

Her child; her life's love,
Her true love at first sight,
She reared him for 9 months,
Looking past the birth pain.

At last he arrived; her child,
Ah! What a miracle of life,
She looked mesmerized at her son,
Onto her beautiful creation.

She reared him in care,
Taking care of all his needs,
She remained silent in the shadows,
For her sons happiness she prayed.

She stayed with him through and through,
She watched the tiny tot grow and grow,
Her little baby now a man,
Stands before her for her blessings.

She watched him rush past for work,
For he had his own family of four to feed,
She watched him rear his own child,
And saw a reflection of herself in him.

She smiled blissfully,
She smiled contendly,
For she had reared a child,
For she had reared a wonderful human.

A human who knew the truths of life,
Who viewed things with kindness,
One who became a wonderful husband and father,
One who became a wonderful son.

Onto the stars she stared tonight,
Unreeling the scenes of her life,
Blissfully smiling at her past,
Sitting aloof under the stars.

Friday, 25 March 2016

Heartfelt



The shifting gazes,
A mocking look,
Gale of the unknown,
As he traversed the creek.

Footpaths thought long lost,
Into the familiar he traveled,
One foot at a time,
Anticipation as his beat.

A house at a distance blurred,
As his eyes gave out,
Tears roll down his face,
His feet refusing to give.

Hope and confusion in the eyes,
Onwards he looks,
A  mother and child reflected,
Kindled in his soul of truth.

The handle turns,
As the light falls,
A woman is seen,
Sewing sweater in a corner.

'Mother' the man croaks,
His sound lost to the creek,
As if like a gurgling stream,
All that came was a quaking voice.

A head turns abrupt,
Shock reflected in the eyes,
A man at the doorstep,
Blurred due to the incoming light.

She saw a face once thought  lost,
Tears dealing rich,
One step at a time she took,
Hoping the Mirage was real.

She ran towards her son,
Holding her baby in her arms,
Hands running all through,
Looking at her child.

Words were naught as she looked,
Onto the war torned body of her son,
Scars criss crossed his body,
Revealing a tale of valor.

The mother and son stood at the doorway,
As twin stars in the celestial sky,
The morning mist seemed to creep in,
As they looked onwards at each other,

A true smile dawned on their faces,
Smiles reflected through the eyes,
Their life renewed with hope,
As their soul harbored at home.