Resurrection

There was nothing good about the darkest times:
the triumphant devil
the utter destruction
the sad heavy cloak that descended
and clung to me forever permeating.

I couldn’t know it or feel it
But you held and cocooned me in warm rich soil
gently, tenderly, secretly.

Then I blossomed
and emerged, blinking
the light sang and shone!

I gazed in wonder and amazement
at my beautiful, creative, confident boy,
at the mutual love and healing by mum’s.

And my gifts flew open
the way they were always called to.