Mother to Son 1

The redundancy of love
how it pitter patters to and fro
through thin and greying matter.
Send for a hook and fish for answers
here and there along the heart shore;
Finding ancient fossil shells
lining the belly of the earth,
chipped of splendour
and consumed long ago in a rough
and restless ocean.

You see,
I was pearl white
I shone with the effervescence of mother
I rolled with the tide
and the tide favoured me
I knew where I was going and I was going there
with you.

We play a slow farewell through
ivory flutes
made out of the bones of our ancestors,
only to meet again
when the day ends.