...Grass And Flower Wreaths... (For my daughter) - by Mimi Mata- Daughter... In my womb I felt you writhe, My expectancy of your life was just a moon half waning in comparison to the fullness you give me; I no longer wade the streets alone. Apart from you; I am truly apart... Can you forgive the tragic loss of love your father and I compiled? Over and over we searched our hearts and that streamlined moment was lost between us; Brick by heavy brick we broke and were lost, But... Daughter I find home again in your smile, That tiny face that I trace over and over again; Transforming new beginnings of strength within my weakened limbs, And the grass and flower wreaths I once made for our heads... I feel as of this moment; I am paper mâché, When I wither I hold you... Can you feel the words that distance wouldnt allow; Glue to our atmosphere? Your mother is no paper lioness, Let them think so... Remember I will fight everyday to kiss your feet, Soo tiny in my hands... I still remember. I still remember. Dont forget me in the home where I once lived, Forgive your father for turning my being away like a shadow... I am not the outline left lingering from once sunny filled moments; I am alive... Sofia mama is still here. I will be there soon, It will be like reuniting with a severed limb; I need you to live... I need you to dance... I need you to speak... Can you forgive me for the tragedy I lived through... Just remember I kept traversing and I will try my best to find you. Everyday I seek your face, I search high and low for the smell of your soggy cereal spilled across your dress. I am like mad searching for your soiled hands, That smell if earth and sticky sweets... I run the green beans and corn you soo much loved under hot water, And turn to not see you there... I guess I will look in the closet, Where you loved to hide... My baby?... I imagine your laughter... Dont forget me in the home where I once lived, Your mother is no paper lioness; My expectancy of your life was just a moon half waning in my womb, In comparison to the fullness you give me... I am not the outline left lingering from once sunny filled moments; Sofia... Mama is still here... I am alive... I will be there soon with grass and flower wreaths for our heads... Because of you I no longer wade the streets alone; Daughter... I find home again in your smile, Everyday I seek your face... I still remember; I will never forget, Your mother is no paper lioness... They might think so... I need you to live... I need you to dance... I need you to speak... I guess I will look in the closet where you loved to hide, My baby?...Like mad, I imagine your laughter.
Posted on: Wed, 04 Dec 2013 16:49:18 +0000
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