Mother and Child

Child of Mine,

How did you know, just by my touch,

That I am yours, mother of yours

How come it happened, you quieted in hush

When in comfort, of only my hug

Or was it my surprise, that you were telling

That you are mine, baby of mine

If looking for miracles, just look at a birth

A life created, when there was none

Why is it, that you chose me

Why is it, that you smile at me

Why is it, your first word is Amma

Why is it, you first love me

Why is it, that I have your food

Why is it, my kiss always consoles

Why is it, I can put you to sleep

Are these questions, that answer themselves

Mother of mine, I always was you

First as a longing, waiting in you

Now as a child, belonging to you

Mother of mine, I am part of you

As moonlight ever, belongs to moon

Mother of mine, you chose me

You are this Bhumi, life-giver in nature

That Goddess on which, creation subsists

Mother of mine, I smile at you

You created me, and still are in awe

As if you choose, not to know your power

Mother of mine, my first word is you

Your name in veneration, is sacred of all

Purer than even, holy chant Om

Mother of mine, my first love is you

You chose to love, before you knew me

And know you will love me, whatever be

Mother of mine, you have my food

It is the prasad, only a God gives

Though you are the one, devoted to me

Mother of mine, your kiss always consoles

In that you tell me, all pain will go

And if you are there, I can bear all else

Mother of mine, you put me to sleep

Your heartbeat and voice, as when I was inside

Had taught me rhythm, brought me to life