Post by Thoithoi O'Cottage on Sept 15, 2017 9:10:28 GMT 5.5
An Armless Son
(a proetry)
missing you mama
missing you baba
both old and ill
and me just a son
too far for a hug that speaks
when words fail
I am really worried and weeping that I may not be around when all you want in the world is a warm wordless heartfilling hug as you quietly pass on, letting out the last cloud of breath in a long string of thinness on which your crystal dewdrops slide into the mist and beyond. Unwrapped by these arms still small and delicate to you, unlike those warmth and love, and the beating joy and curving smile that you once greeted me with when I came.
There is a time
once in a lifetime
when all one wants
is just an hug
and no word.
I am just words,
and no arms–
words for the mulct
arms for the dear.
(a proetry)
missing you mama
missing you baba
both old and ill
and me just a son
too far for a hug that speaks
when words fail
I am really worried and weeping that I may not be around when all you want in the world is a warm wordless heartfilling hug as you quietly pass on, letting out the last cloud of breath in a long string of thinness on which your crystal dewdrops slide into the mist and beyond. Unwrapped by these arms still small and delicate to you, unlike those warmth and love, and the beating joy and curving smile that you once greeted me with when I came.
There is a time
once in a lifetime
when all one wants
is just an hug
and no word.
I am just words,
and no arms–
words for the mulct
arms for the dear.