Mother, you loaned me that silent luminosity: A poem 

I know the breeze speaks 

in fluorescence among the trees, 

even the roosting birds light up to the magic 

I have seen the colours of every earth in the glittering skies 

put all my shadows of doubt to rest 

Even the cauldrons of my life that seemed empty 

had a cornucopia so blessed in belief 

that it revamped every atomic substance of grief 

into nuclei that consolidated the fire within me    

I was never without the miracle; like the image 

of all the origination floating like a disc of dreams above me 

And it was you mother who let each storm blow over me! 

like a luscious luxury in each poverty 

And I was reminded that I always had those flakes coming down 

like manna, reminding me about the truths I cherished 

of love and loyalty, even if treachery seemed to default it all 

Mother you didn’t preach to me; nor did you attempt to teach 

just a gift only felt by my soul of your luminosity!