My Resolution

My first country, the one who made me whole,

A magic wand, the forming of my soul.

Instincts quick to show that she would take care of it all,

With a rigour to be unafraid and a mind with boundless talents, as I recall.

Endless, enduring and unselfish,

An extension of god’s wondrous guiding hand

taking me through the deadliest storms,

“Where’s mom?”, my mouth spouts like an instinct, my voice leading before

my sight, as I step into my curb,

There she sat with a bowl of papaya, unperturbed.

 

Who do you see in your dreams? Tell me about your battles.

Why do you always sleep with a frown, who raises your hackles?

Haphazard in mind, seeing you absent from your usual spot before work,

Impromptu dinner plans with you while chores to shirk.

The warmth and familiarity, a glorious life force,

With palms of healing powers, due adulation on course.

I have seen you radiate, you seem to know how to be loved,

You were made soft, but the soles of your feet were then cusped. 

 

My introduction to unconditional love, wrapped around my heart,

In the way you wake me up, and when my faults you take apart.

Bidding goodbye for the day, followed by,

“Oh, here is the black t-shirt you have been searching for relentlessly.”

Mind imprinted with the tactility of the fabric of your home clothes,

The well of refuge never running dry, nobility being a tenacious hose.

Every conundrum fixed with your mere presence,

The word “mother” seems ethereal in its essence.

 

In hindsight, we always learn, time reversal is a fallacy,

Something you abode by,

A woman of iron and petals and one with whom we comply.

A secret held by you, not that of painful birth but of rearing the right way,

You showed me the way to serve, to accomplish, to persevere, to never go astray,

My emotional pillar, fixer upper, chef, my resolution,

Who else could nurse a seven-month old impaired creature into an almost six foot tall confident human?