Mother my first God
Babbled a dual syllable:
Mama; my first cosmic sound
While she was in my binocular vision
Mother is not a simple dual syllable
She is a cosmos to all mankind
Ocean of love she my breath; leads
Me that lullaby into sound sleep
Sees beauty on all, she my eyes
Fragrance of life she my smell
Taste buds she a tongue of my food
Prayers to God she my soft lips
Smiles at all wonders of life
Feather touch when she my hands
Walks hardships through; she my legs
Cries for me for a cry of mine
A perfect gesture she all my emotions
Time, space or even death can’t
Separate a mother on earth
God can be experienced by miracles
Mother can be sensed without miracle
Then, who is true God?
©-Vijay P Nair -2017
Dedicated to all mothers on earth