After the Sun Goes Down

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 takes care of herself and others, she doesn’t read many psychology books or follow any spiritual leaders, she just has 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 her in the blanket, and tell her that everything is going to be ok… And we will watch the sunrise tomorrow.

In Mother’s Eyes

In Kyiv’s twilight, mother’s eyes,

a helpless child, no sage disguise.

A primal link, 

a bond, 

a fear,

in the eyes 

that watched my growing years.

 

Her wisdom’s flawed, 

her kindness strained,

yet through the screen, 

my heart feels pained.

I see the child, 

defenseless, 

scared,

in mother’s eyes, 

our pain declared.

 

I long to reach through miles, through fright,

to hold her close throughout the night,

to hum the tune she’d softly croon,

when nights were calm under the moon.

 

I’d tuck her in with blanket snug,

and whisper softly, like a hug,

‘All shall pass, and we’ll be fine,

together, we’ll see morning’s shine.’

 

(2022 © Julia Delaney)

Be Alive 🌱
Love ❤️, Julia

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