Ripped

I bite my lips and the salty waters drain down

a labyrinth of pain.

Even if it did hurt from the moment

You were formed,

I embraced its melodies in a wellspring of love,

Wanting the pain glowing

In my body and spirit,

And then it hid away in

Unsung nooks and crevices

In absorbed moments, when

your little hands and feet

Imprinted themselves on me.

I didn’t know when your incessant splash of words and your hushed sleep became my lullaby.

The river crawled back,

Twitching haphazard my indolent face.

Each night, I wrap you up

Your tender mouth and face,

Give you the softest, warmest blanketed sleep,

Each new day, you slip from the tinkle bell of my womb’s sheltered dark.

The day unwraps you in splinters, tainted brown flesh.

I know the river will now pull you downstream.

There waits your world in light, wind, mayhem and danger.

Note: I wrote this little poem for my younger daughter Sharanya (Rimli) in a bewildered mental state after she met with her first accident in her school and had a big cut in her lower chin. 

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I didn’t know when your incessant splash of words and your hushed sleep became my lullaby. A #Poem by @rooafza http://t.co/a1F8ekAeFl

— Learning&Creativity (@LearnNCreate) February 16, 2015