Some poems I wrestle with and tweak and modify. This one for sure as you will see from the edit notes...

It feels strange today. I grew up in India where there is no Mother's day designated. It makes sense because all 365 days are supposed to be dedicated to the mother who carried us for ten lunar months and made sacrifices thereafter for many many years.

I lost my mother last august and this is the first Mother's day when she is not just a phone call away or right here!

I am sure I am not alone. Parents grow old, parents die, far worse things can occur and have occured to others in this world, pretty much on a daily basis in some regions of this world we live in!

{{0615930906  ma destiny modified oct 6, 1993 and now again on May 4 99, 11:58 PM EDT and Jan 12, 2002}}

JUSTICE OF (MA) DESTINY

As I peer blurry-eyed up towards the heavens
I see a shooting star
feel its warm, soothing glow as it passes above me
taking my soul in its tow.
Balls of fire glow as cinders ablaze.
Dazed and shaken my wandering eyes
meet Ma Destiny's melting gaze

She smiles at me, tearfully, tenderness overflowing from her heart
as she sees her suffering child
trying to take a faltering step
and hears the cry that rises to baby lips
as the ocean washes its sand-castle away

She yearns to hold him in her embrace
and drink his pain till he hurts no more;
her fingers twitch to wave her magic wand
and turn his gloom into a song of joy
She moves, arms outstretched, uncontrollably, one step.

Then something inside holds her back
She thinks of his millions of sibs
who went hungry to bed tonight for want of bread
who shall dream of blood and war and pain, surviving another night(mare)
who may dream no more so great is their dread
who know not what 'morrow shall bring
or if there'll be one at all

She holds back her tears as ten-year olds die,
while helpless parents in horror watch
She hurts within her soul, as broken hearts
drift farther apart like passing stars.
She turns in denial her bleeding, exhausted eyes away
only to chance upon a doomed ray of hope
and its dying glimmer before it fades away, forever

She wails aloud in helpless frustration as her offsprings curse
and blame their Mother for all their pain
ungrateful, wretched budlings of hers
writhing in their self-imposed stupidity
the sand -- every grain of it -- is all still there
their castles, but, remain no more
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Oh i think you have captured a mothers role very succintly there.  Thank you.

Suzi

Cause she gave me so much
I dont dare seek anything more
only that she just be there to look up to
and allow me to share some tears with her.........
Votive

[quote="Votive"]Cause she gave me so much
I dont dare seek anything more
only that she just be there to look up to
and allow me to share some tears with her.........
Votive[/quote]

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Wounds fresh ...
must be caringly observed
from a distance
lest we infect memories by getting too close, too soon
or worse -- breathing over those!

Sometimes love skips a generation
but therein lies the blessing of Ma Destiny!
Othertimes, it is not even a generation
but strangers that meet accidentally
WAS it ALL really random...?