Mother

Mother

Time is spiraling backwards ,

as I am sucked into my mother's womb.

Where I came from becomes a mystery.

Where I will end up is anybody's guess.

Watching myself entering the world of sounds;

bright lights are all around me .

Hands are pulling and probing.

I don't like the sound of my own voice.

It comes out shrill as a bird,

forced into a cage of harsh realities.

Somewhere I hear crying .

Not me, it is  coming

from the outside.

I try forming a question with my tongue too small.

Gazing deep into my mother's eyes ,I cannot speak the words ,

as I realize the tears were hers.

I listen to her secret voice ,

speaking words of comfort I can understand-

“How can I protect you ,little one ,

when I cannot help myself?

I never meant to bring you into my sadness.

I sought only to create something happy--

to share a little beauty with an otherwise gray world.”

Its alright mother, I forgive you.

Her eyes were closed by then.