Mama

In your arms I feel the familiar soft embrace

which keeps me safe between each slumber

the confusion broken by reassuring murmurs

and gentle kisses till finally I drift to a

magical kingdom of unknowns

Time, yet to form conventions of each moment

is a discovery for all the senses, each need

met with predictable tenderness and assurance

safe in the embrace of where I came 

and still not knowing where I shall go

Though ignorant of how long I have been here and yet

intuitive that it’s where I am meant to be

patterns of life and loved ones that come and go

make sense now as I tentatively embark

on personal routines of learning

A sea of little faces as mine suddenly silent as we arrive

reaching up to your hand till finally you left me

fearful yet curious to discover this new world

I pass the day oblivious to your chores, until like a vision

you appear,  I run to you and all is as it was.

Memories evoke the warmth of those forming years where

morning prayers religiously wrapped with cuddles

and maternal cooing were a cloak for what might come

each hand on sicken brow and gentle words

a reminder of how it is to be truly loved

Time brings wise perspective with an expected yet ignored

maturity burdened by its suffering and as the circle closes

a new opportunity presents in these frail moments

one of honour and privilege to nurture and care

in the unconditional way you taught me

In my arms you feel the familiar soft embrace

which keeps you safe between each slumber

the confusion broken by reassuring murmurs

and gentle kisses till you pass finally to a

magical kingdom of unknowns

(copyright: Donald Brennan)