Seven Years

We sat in fields,

just beyond the farm house,

whispering words of song and thanks.

For each of the seven years,

that life has grown, shaped and inspired him,

the years that have carved home into the shape of his face.

Suddenly, 

right behind us,

a wedge-tailed eagle landed in a leaning ghost gum.

Joining its mate perched on a lower limb,

our motion stilled by wonder,

a sacred moment between mother and son.

Now laying side by side,

our body warmth curled into one.

Kissing his forehead softly, 

an ancient love song imbued in each one.

From deep thought,

his round eyes lifted,

Mama...do you know why I chose you? 

Because I saw you talking with Papa,

I saw how gentle and loving you were,

I saw how you made Papa feel safe,

I saw your kind eyes and thought, that's her.

So I went into your tummy,

and waited there until my birth,

because I knew you were my Mother,

I heard it from the earth.

Are you crying now, Mama?

Are those tears of joy?

Aren't we lucky to live our lives together?

This must be how the earth feels when warmed by the sun's hearth. 

This is the relationship I longed for,

both foreign and familiar,

one I have lived a thousand times for,

one where I feel as though I'm sipping from Source's river.

There is no end to our story,

it lives beyond what eyes can see,

it is the unstruck chord of my heart's center,

something only made possible by you and me.

Happy 7th Birthday Rumi Bear,

you are a stunningly magnificent star seed.

My greatest reflection,

my first born,

you are the luminescence that dances upon seas.