A Mother's Song
Oh! my Darling Baby,
Where have you come from?
With your skin as fresh as the coming dawn,
With your eyes sparkling like the morning dew,
Your soft coos like the gurgle of a brook.
I wonder, where you have come from?
You look at me with eyes heavy with sleep,
Eyelashes curl up your cheeks…
My lullaby floats you into the celestial world
for your smile says it all.
Mystified at the emotions that flit across your face..
I wonder if you carry the memories of lives goneby?
Sleep, Baby, sleep
For the hand that rocks the cradle shall also shield!
An aura of Divinity surrounds …
you have stolen my heart for eternity.
I look at your beatific smiling innocence
and disquiet weighs on me for treacherous are the ways of the world.
Under the wings of love I shall strive to insulate you from the frowns of life.
And before long it shall be time to leave….
Temptations abound… the forces of Maya* clutch and life vacillates between many a high and low
Forbidding winds blow and filled with anxiety I brood as to how you shall traverse the paths of life?
I pray that no thorn pricks your soft feet,
No arrow pierces your bosom…
There is much in this beauteous creation that is worthy of reverence…
May all things sublime cross your path!
My heart melts and blessings pour forth
'May you carry with you the divinity for life for HE alone can steer you through the maze that is this world! ”
*The illusive power of creation
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