First note...
It was planned in heaven
our meeting.
If remembered with stillness
you can still hear the angels trumpets
signaling the seal of our bond,
accompanied by the loud wail
of the newborn and crinkle of an ink covered foot pressed to paper.
A song of our beginning,
satan has tried to bring us down with
anchors tied tightly to our ankles,
only to scream in anger
as our heads break through the water.
Again, and again
we breath.
Unstoppable through the grace of God,
bleeding feet and parched throats we have conquered .
Limbs tight with anxiety
heads heavy with grief but still standing
Mother
I am quite lucky.
Until now I have been bitter about our likeness,
wanting to be a separate Me.
Fighting our hold,
Ignorant to the truth.
Without you I would have no reason to smile.
no example to follow,
no dreams to accomplish ,
no raft to clutch on to at times of danger.
Beating against the rapids waiting to fall off the cliff
‘no parachute to float me to safety .
That's why
It was planned in heaven
our meeting
If remembered with stillness
you can still hear the angels trumpets
signaling the seal of our bond
accompanied by the loud wail
of the newborn and crinkle of an ink covered foot pressed to paper
A song of our beginning
telling stories of our end