Birth

Today’s poem for NaPoWriMo.

Birthdays are, for me, remembering mothers. They are the star of the day, are they not? Going through that climactic episode after 9 months of carrying and carrying and more carrying. I have a cousin who every year travels to spend his birthday with his mother. He said, she is the reason he has a birthday, so she’s the best person to celebrate it with. I agree.

Home – haiku

our floating first home
close to heart-beat pumping love
our mother’s warm womb

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earnest and zestful
I prepared your homecoming
but your coffin came

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fragile miracle
carrying us from womb to grave
this body our home

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yet freedom at last
unanchored and unfettered
my spirit wings home

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