Poetry
All The Love I Know
For you, Mother
All the love I ever knew Immaculately pristine true Poured out — of your eyes Begetting ruth beautiful and yet — all the love I returned — was unto my own flesh and blood by way of life’s unfair requital
The blueprints were drawn from eons before — for that universe You brought into being — just for me bosomed in the hollow space sprouted and bled in vain, guarding wreathing with philia of the only kind that does no harm unto me
Tracing lines on the softness of your palm — for fortunes lost in selfless giving, calloused ‘n ached, my wounds — festering your soul my triumphs — effervescing your heart’s throbs
I bring these roses nurtured for you — Mother, for all the times You forgot to be You so you could love me just a little bit more…