A mother’s promise

 

To my daughter

To my son

As long as I am there………

As long as I am there 

For you to see

To hold my hand

Or speak to me

I’ll be sure to have my whole being

And above all

My eyes and ears

Just for you.

My dreams are

Nothing more

Than a better world for you 

Nor any less

Than a better world for you.

My hopes are that 

You dream like me

For all the folks around you

Nothing more

Than a better world.

Nor any less

Than a better world.

I am just a tiny blade of grass

That has made a momentary appearance 

Out of the vast

 unseen pastures of existence.

Know that when I’m gone

I have nowhere else to go

Other than those

Very kind and gentle pastures.

I’ve seen those pastures with my eyes

And if you learn, you can too.

The grass there is neither green

Nor another hue

Quite unlike all the colors

You will ever find around you. 

What good it could do 

You may now wonder 

To see colorless pastures 

When my world has color

Your doubt may alter

Before or after

That day when no longer

You’ll see your mother.

I’ll still be there

Still the mother

An unseen blade of grass

In a vast, kind pasture.

You’ll need different eyes

To see me in the yonder.

And when you do,

There’ll be no blades.

Nor you.

Just the pasture. 

The photo:

It was taken on the day after Kojagiri Poornima as I walked to my clinic. An undescript place nestled in the valley surrounded by the mountains of Tehachapi, a dainty town at an elevation of over 4000 feet above sea level. The picture speaks, without words, about the nearly full moon straight in front of me. The same picture speaks, without words or view, about the rising sun behind me.