Vijaya Sundaram

Poet, Musician, Teacher, and Amateur Visual Artist

Child of my Dreams, Child of my Reality

Child of my Dreams, Child of my Reality
©January 9th, 2018
By Vijaya Sundaram
 
Thirteen years and half a day ago,
The universe opened me up,
And brought you into daylight,
Child of my flesh,
So close, yet so separate.
I sang to you every day,
And named you for the Goddess
Well before I knew you,
Even as your form was being shaped,
Even as your heart beat like a
Little, steady bird in a sky
Beyond my comprehension,
But which I housed
Within the limits of my belly.
 
You carry your own sky, your
Secret name, your secret song,
And you will let it fill your life.
 
Once, I, too, was like you
Child of the universe,
Brought into the day,
In the singing cradle
Of my mother’s womb.
I knew her voice
Before I was born,
Just as you knew mine,
My babe, nascent and waxing.
 
One day, when my particles
Loosen and separate,
And I fly into another sky,
I will leave behind mine
For you, for your dreams,
So that when you fly, we will
Meet, equal in mid-flight,
With a full, pregnant moon
Sailing on our wings.
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