O Mother, how blessed are we in eternity!: A poem 

I listened to the winds of the quasars rattling my bones 

All those names of the wisdom-keeper engraved in ancient stones 

And I intone an invocation to a far-flung galaxy but familiar sun 

that was written in the ink of light for my beautiful Mum! 

I am imaginative with an inherited wisdom of kingdom come 

A future laced in the intelligence destiny’s midwife has done 

Mother can you percolate the sounds of all these orbits into a tongue 

that speaks of a coherent will with the gusty breaths of the universe’s lungs 

And I am not asking for anything more than my rightful paradise 

If that’s what I feel certain you all should know as my only vice 

Mother was never fallible with duty, and her strength made me wise 

It has ingrained in me a legacy of eternity that truth is my device