Wine
Crackling fire
Music
You
The night gets on
Time stops not
But you
You gotta stop
Just for the night
Line ’em thoughts
Of the empty full house
The empty busy street
Creation’s unfathomable grandeur
Line ’em thoughts with the crackle of the fire, the music, the wine
Revere
The hand has the itch on a leash!
From her cup of knowledge
I drunk
Her steady, inspiring guidance as my walking stick
I trudged
By the lampstand of her tender, loving firmness
I learnt
On her nourishing foresight and insight
I throve
Out of the trenches of unknowing
She pulled me
Images in your mind
Of ants building anthills in the savanna
A thousand times bigger than themselves
Phantasmagoria
Of a steady meek stream of water
Slicing through mighty rocks
Your eyes travel
Up the hill
Oh come oh come spring Come your smiles to bring With your equating times our doorbells ring Come your brother to relieve so cold and quietening That flowers may bloom, and birds sing Come that layers may be forgotten and on your warmth our lives to hinge That our lives and land may be renewed…
Like a blank page,
Untampered with,
Unwritten on,
Clear as crystal,
Yet hazy as a psychic’s prediction,
Like a gift waiting to be unwrapped,
But peeling itself away each second,
Heavy in the chest a heart races
Disobeying the force of will a pair of eyes pursue
Bend after hairpin bend a hunt ensues
The one loses the other before either ever belongs
“Mother” isn’t a mere title
It is strength
It is tenacity
It is multitasking
It is the sustenance of a generation
And the continuation of humanity
The bridge between life before it begins
And life once it begins
Hence
To all mothers,
All would be mothers,
And all the mothers in waiting
The world tips off the hat today
Happy mothers’ day!
The Caged Bird Sings 