A Child’s Longing

Mother's Day
8’x11″ Mixed Media

 I wish you were here when l was in my lowest and saddest time of my life;
I wish you were here to wrap your arms around me, in my moments insecurity;

I wish you were here when I needed someone to talk to;
I wish you were here when I long for someone to stroll with, at the park or at the beach or in a shopping mall… or simply having a cup of tea;

I wish you were here to share my story with you, and tell you how am I doing in this strange country ;
I wish, and l can only wish you were here in this time of uncertainty when anger, fear and trepidation shrouds me;

“Everything will be okay.” is all l can hear from my friends.
Yet nothing compares the unconditional love you gave to me.

I wish you were here so I could speak to you in person how much this love I longed and kept inside me to utter those words,
“I Love You.”

I wish and I can only wish, to you see you before the gates of the temple opens up to welcome you; before your shadow vanish into the mist; before sunrise turns to dusk.

I wish you were here so we both could celebrate this special day.

Happy Mother’s Day to the most wonderful woman who gave me light into this world… My Mother.

(AChild’sLonging. COPYRIGHT.2017.All Rights Reserved)

Ninety Three

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Your harsh, deep voice echoed,

From your inner boldness.

Permeates unto the air;

The language of your masculinity.

Forceful. Powerful.

The sharp look of your eye

Penetrates deep into my soul.

You charge with dominance,

That assertion and supreme command

“See what happens when you get old?”  

“Don’t get old!”

Such a valid excuse; the block of your recollection.

And in my meekness, I submit.

Tea or Coffee and Melody.

A perfect remedy, it soothes your agitation.

And when you close your eyes, I hear you even louder.

Then the blink… reveals that confusion.

You gaze empty unto space.

Speechless. Startled.

You gather that roaring thunder sound from your memory.

“Where’s my car?” “Do I live here?”

Neither can you satisfy,

To quench the thirst of your own query;

Nor can I proffer the right response.   

I can only desire to be as wise as you are;

For that language you silently express,

Somehow, I am able to comprehend.

Yet never in my full understanding, I may apprehend.

Something beyond deeper; the searching from your quiet interior;

The rhythm of chapters from your past;

Nine decades and three, of your life line.

In your Wisdom, Someone…

Bared witness, that subtle perplexity inside you,

I am the only One.

(Copyright.NinetyThree.2017.All Rights Reserved)