Poetry

In Anticipation of a Mother and Child Reunion

Physical abandonment does not stop the heart from yearning

Photo by Taksh on Unsplash

So long in the intimate dark,
The meeting brief,
And then again the darkness, Completely aloof and disconnected, the seeds from the suns that stirred them into being.

Did you even ever meet them?
Did they hold you in their arms?
Did a tear escape or a flood of them wet your newborn faces and leave the only trace of the part of them that was not shared with you?

Or were you whisked away,
Mothers unconscious,
Waking to find a hole in their bellies to match the ones they would carry in their hearts?

All of you wondering who you are, how you are, where you are, together.

For fifty years and more, the silence stretches like an awkward pause in a conversation that can’t get started.
And now a murmur. A hint, a chance. A tiny spark of knowledge prised from the powers that be.

Let it be a blessing.
Wherever wisdom leads,
May it bring you peace, and may you claim your place
In the sunlight’s steady gaze.