Mother

Floating all around her universal garden,
All shadows and colours melting in one focused spot,
Oh Mother, how you inspire the mystical dance
of millions that wished the melody stopped.

Subtly laughing, and warmly thinking
You observe yourself at a mirror;
A reflection of exotic dancers mingling around those
Soon to become flowers and the memories of slippery leafs,
All together like siblings sharing the slavery of your magic song.

I was always staring at your majesty,
Waiting for a meaningful blink or a selection of random words,
But your prescribed silences announces no answers,
I calmly tango to the fast and unforgiving rhythm of your perpetual prose.

Oh mother, for how long I've allowed your empirical and lore fingers to comb me,
Wishing to acquire the hands of a butterfly to grasp the sweet odor
Of your poison that hides in a petite bottle love.

But now your prolonged rejection has taught me to yearn no more;
Just swing around the chaotic harmony of our garden
And even learn the chorus of your blues.
One tired day she'll breed me in her lap,
And softly mark me with the careful choice of my mom's wisest kiss,
A kiss that turns the pace down low
And gently buries me inside her womb.

[Poem for my mom, for she helped me go through the worst times in my life]

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