A Mother's Love
I feel joy to watch the waves tumble towards me and crash at my feet.
I leap in my heart to see the swell in her bosom when she approaches me.
I swell with pride to see her joyous, her waves dancing in front of me, buffetting me, coming up to my knees, feel the mischief in making sand trickle away from my feet as she retreats, only to come back to give another embrace.
I love to feel her embrace when she joyously returns to my shore.
Yet, I feel heavy when she is on her retreat and far from the shore.
She is drawn by the love for the moon.
It’s a call that she has to surrender to.
Even though I feel sad to watch her retreat for hours that seem like ages to me,
Yet, I also know in my heart whether it would be the same if she stayed.
Would I feel the joy that I experience if she were always with me standing still at my feet?
As a mother, I’d be at peace but it would be her stagnation.
She is a vast ocean meant to flow.
Flow is her essence and her destiny to fulfill.
Who am I to keep her at my shore just to wet my feet when she would be dying in soul?
Who am I to stiffle her cries, her joy, her love for the serving shores and not just mine?
I’d rather let the happiness of her return fill up the void from her retreat, than kill her soul by trapping her at my feet.
I glow with radiant joy to see her lit up, to see her dancing waves smiling.
I can watch her from above when I’m gone.
Even when I’m gone, I will be with her when my ashes mix with her soul.
Even when I’m gone, I will be with her as she journeys to different shores.