How can one put in words the feeling of looking into her mother’s eyes after the sun goes down, and another night ahead in Kyiv (Ukraine)?
I would say my mother is a strong person, a wise one, a supportive one. She takes care of herself and others, she doesn’t read many psychology books or follow any spiritual leaders, she just has an intuitive knowledge.
But as I look into my mother’s eyes after the sun goes down, I see the eyes of a helpless child looking back at me. Most defenseless of all, with a pure gentle soul, who just wants to be held, wrapped in comfort and love.
I wish I could hold her in my arms, gingerly put her in bed, sing her the same lullaby she comforted me to sleep with in my childhood, tuck in the blanket and tell her that everything is going to be ok… And we will watch the sunrise tomorrow.
After the Sun Goes Down
My mother strong, supportive, wise
She cares for all, with knowing eyes
No books or gurus mark her way
Just intuition’s gentle sway
But as I gaze, the sun retired
I see the child with needs desired
A tender soul, so pure and mild
In mother’s eyes, the helpless child
I long to hold her safe and warm
To shield her from life’s ceaseless storm
To sing the lullaby she’d croon
In my childhood’s gentle moon
I’d tuck her in with blanket snug
And whisper softly, like a hug
That all is well, and fear will fade
Together, greet the light displayed
(2022 © Julia Delaney)
Be Alive 🌱
Love ❤️, Julia
