Happy Birthday, My Son

Dear Beloved Son;

Today is your birthday,

But the only feeling I have is hollowness within me.

For you hid somewhere and is nowhere to find;

I want to hold you tight, hug you and say, “Ma , is always there by your side”,

But then you are nowhere to find.

Where should I go to find you, dear?

I feel the pain in my womb every time I miss you;

My body aches, my broken bones cry aloud,

I pass through labor each time your memories within me shaken.

Yes, I remember the day of your birth still;

I had bore you in my womb for nine months,

My body gave up with the tiresome labor and I cried a lot.

Then, the moment the nurses placed you in my arms-

I saw you were the amazing art;

“My blood, my flesh and my soul”,

You were my most beautiful part.

A proudest moment of my life ever;

When I transformed from a lady to your eternal better half,

Yes, I became your mother.

You slowly grew from a single cell to a whole body-

Whose small hand could hardly cover my figures and be steady;

I watched you grow step by step and be ready.

Your talks, your mischief, your laughter, your ego,

I saw you fall and rise;

I stood there beside you but always wanted to hide,

You mumbled, you spoke.

I cherished every moment of yours-

The moment I hugged you, you filled my heart with unknown emotions;

My heart melted making way for tears in my eyes,

Deep within, you understood me and I understood you, Dear.

Societal misunderstandings were there which strained our relationships;

But deep within we both knew we had inseparable emotions,

“My blood, my flesh and my soul”.

You understood my pain then-

You understand me now;

But, can you hear me loud?

Ma wants to Please touch you again.

Feel you, hug you thousand times and kiss you hard;

Give you all my blessings,

And say, “Ma will always be by your side”.

But, I know you will never come-

I know you are back there within mine;

“My blood, my flesh and my soul”,

And, you are just fine.

The day you lay on the dying bed;

I saw myself pass through labor again,

I felt the pain again.

You clutched my figure tight this time-

You had grown up to be a young man of twenty nine;

I saw your sleepy eyes and your tiredness from life,

But, still selfishly I secretly wished you stay by my side.

Yes, my emotions were making me weak;

I didn’t want you to see me crying,

Because I knew you understood you were dying.

Your pains were more than me-

I kissed you hard;

I hugged you tight,

And my soul ripped apart.

I prayed, “Give me back my child again”;

Somewhere within a sound came, “I relive within you mother”

And not a single word I could utter.

That moment I knew you were gone back-

To the place from where you were born;

I touched your lifeless body and I touched my womb,

I felt that you are safe, in peace and back home.

Yet, I want you my child in my life, everyday;

I feel your presence within me when I cry,

But now my tears are all dry.

The moment you were born I relived a life-

And now that you are gone;

Still, I wish you Happy Birthday,

“My Blood, My Flesh, My Soul, My child”.