What I saw through my mother's eyes... |
Through my mother's eyes: I borrowed my mother's eyes today and looked through chai colored glasses. I saw the world in different hues and remembered all that I could. Life was stranger with these glasses on, life danced to a different song. My father looked dependable, My brother looked huggable, I looked laughable, but when I looked at my mother, she disappeared. Everything moved at the speed of light with these glasses on, and everyone moved in blurs, except my mother, she was gone. I searched for my mother then and found her hiding about, It seems while her body works, her mind has walked out. I visited her mind in a small garden outside and enjoyed the respite, for everything here moved at a slower pace, and there was more Time. She looked beautiful: Her hair was braided down to her knees, She wore her favorite pale gold salwar kumees, A smile brightened her face no longer etched with worry. I intruded upon her solace in the little garden, but she did not mind-too much. She let me speak my mind and so I did. I spoke until my voice grew hoarse, and I knew many hours must have passed, but the garden lay untouched by Time. She listened to my stories, to my aches, my pains, my glories. She listened and said nothing. When my voice stopped altogether, and I could not utter another word, my mother took me in her arms and murmured a sweet lullaby. Her kiss danced across my forehead the way light skims across the lake, brightening its countenance without disturbing its being. And I finally found, peace. |