The light of a new mother’s moonlight
which bathes her infant in protective
beams
fades each passing year as the infant matures.
This rite of passage stimulates umbilical cords
This rite of passage stimulates umbilical cords
of
independence to unravel, snaking their way to freedom.
When the infant finds its first voice,
not the weeping
but the lyrical turns of ‘yes’ and ‘no’
there is in this, the defining of the ego;
not something the mother dreamed of
there is in this, the defining of the ego;
not something the mother dreamed of
whilst flicking through pastel coloured
baby magazines.
The desire to walk and run soon
transmutes into dark steps of danger:
transmutes into dark steps of danger:
the unseen car, the ferocious dog, the
reversing swing
lying in wait to hurt you,
your freedom comes at a high price.
your freedom comes at a high price.
Time rushes forward like wind
baby's evolution into adult is complete.
Dancing to the beats of hormonal
heaven
emitting sighs of longing
mother has long forgotten.
mother has long forgotten.
Reminders of the heights of desire you
touched
before the babies arrived:
your cheeky baby-snatchers
your cheeky baby-snatchers
stealing passion,
in return for muted contentment.
in return for muted contentment.
Copyright Suzy R 2012
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