...Newborn Mother ...

The brightness was blinding
When she carefully opened her eyes.
She felt like a newborn
After the veil of barrenness was torn apart.

The door opened and gave way
To her bundle of joy;
Gift wrapped in celestial white
And cradled in the hands of her soul mate.

Broken down completely in excruciating pain,
Yet she sprang up like a lil dame.
Held her angel close
And kissed its forehead.

Tear drops rolled down her cheek
Like kids on a park slide.
Her pain had strayed faraway
To a land she might not return again.

What's left is a title for which,
persistently she had prayed.
It's "Mother" and that'll be her new name
Till eternity from today.

"_____________________________________"

That sudden silence
between
conversations.
An abrupt minute
between
those hours.
It's when there's nothing much to exchange.
A void from nowhere breaks in,
And you can almost hear
The stirring spoon,
The drone of the air conditioning,
The soft clicks on the keypad
While someone messages at the table behind;
And the clash of a plate falling flat on its face
At a distance not very faraway.
You only then notice:
Your nails need to be cut,
The spelling error in Today's Special
On the Cafe's tent card;
The ceiling turns into a masterpiece,
Which you gaze at and admire.
You want to talk some more
Yet the topic feels tired,
Somehow,
And it wants to retire.
This silence is like
That last piece of choco chip cookie
Left on a white ceramic plate
In between.
For once, you want to bite in and indulge
Yet you fear reaching, for it
might just finish that instant.
While on the other side,
You don’t want to leave it untouched
It just tempts you
And yearns for your attention.
You clear your throat,
Utter a word.
Coincidentally,
there’s a word from the one before you;
Clashing with yours at the same time.
A demure exchange of smiles.
There’s silence once again.
Now will you reach for the cookie?
Or will you keep on?