May 7, 2016 Free Verse, Original Poetry

In response to The Daily Post’s Daily Prompt: Sacrifice

Sacrifice
©May 7th, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram

I cannot see this word
Without an inward hush,
An awe descending like mist
Obscuring sight and sense,
And I feel the presence
Of something huge and solemn
Stand at the very edges of my vision.
A Being, an Idea, a Universe,
Imploding, to be remade.
And I kneel in obeisance.
This is what a mother does.
This is what a father does.
This is what a teacher does.
This is what a lover does.
If my time comes, when it comes,
I hope I am ready.

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