How can I bring back association
with that little yellow toy train
and wooden toy carts
ripping my near mid-life apart
with the sheer glimpse of unconditional love
And a soliloquy telling me of the mirth
of a child and the sobriety
of growing older! And the progression
encapsulated in child-games of you
knowing your nursery rhymes and I
not knowing mine! And your naughty
laughter in the aftermath, culminated by Mother saying:
Baby knows. Monthu ma-ma doesn’t!
And I felt my adult incandescence
in the fun-flicker in your eyes; your
little gaze like a cast of pure light!
And we also played teacher-teacher;
me being the maverick foolish teacher
and you being the wise one! And Oh!
those stories I made up of impish children,
Arabella, for one. The avuncularity of love,
became more sincere, with the discovery there
is more to relationships than one lifetime-bound!
And mother saying this baby will live for her
maternal uncle! And I feel a pristine advocacy
as old as the stars in the nightsky, so much older
than my age, older than this age, when light came
flooding in both dim and bright; and auroras blanketed
these espousals of predestined love. I thought I recollected all my secrets
before they were even revealed to me!
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