From Within

Cradled in dark by a tender cushion,
snuggled in peaceful dreamless slumber,
wish I lay in my own womb
and sense what my baby could….

To see if a curious beam of light
ever entered in from the umbilicus
or a purred whisper spilled beyond,
wanting to be heard.

If the fragrance of a blooming him
still lingers in my deepest folds of flesh
returning back delicate memories
of the hope that breathed.

I long to hear my own caring voice
from the innermost creases of compassion
and sway into tranquil trance
to the rhythm of a selfless heartbeat.

From the time when he was a mere form
awaiting a soul and wings,
realizing his home enveloped inside,
to help him grow into a living being.

Won over by a spell of the mind's eye,

let me revive this entrancing feeling…

I silently discover the mother in me,

as I look at myself from within.

~ This one to all those women trying to understand the mother in them ...and to some special ones patiently waiting for their turn…