Heavy, heavy rain hammering window pane,
Echoing heavy, heaving heart’s pain.
Glistening raindrop globules huddling on glass
Against sombre, leaden, lustreless skies.
Dull eyes watching rivulets weeping,
Whilst under eyelids tears collect and hang,
Heavy with emotion and apprehension.
Have you ever watched a raindrop roll down the glass?
To meander around a drop that stands in it’s path…
…is just not it’s style and not the done thing.
Instead, it bulldozes into it and swallows it up,
Continuing to impinge and gobble and grow,
As it slithers it’s ruthless way down to earth.
As with bullies who get their just comeuppance,
Or rather their Karma-uppance…
…and reaping in life as they have sown,
The raindrop rams into the frame and disintegrates!
So much for all that greedy encroaching…
I have a daughter, beautiful, talented, sensitive,
Her confidence flattened wafer-thin by heavy rollers,
Human bulldozers dressed in human apparel,
Ramming vulnerable, unprotected, gentle souls,
And mother’s heart, embracing the raw suffering,
Rubbing loving salve on wounds that have not healed.
From the bridge I watch the train round the corner
And bid a quiet and hopeful farewell, to that daughter
Carrying the scars and scabbed wounds of her short life,
Along with heavy suitcase and life’s sundry trinkets…
Be kind and caring to my daughter, alluring and tempting Capital.
Beginning to curl up at the edges, reemerge and find her backbone again,
She has already journeyed a long, long way…
But there is arduous terrain yet to navigate,
And a generous daily dose of TLC never went amiss.
Missing you, my dear and loving daughter…
With a dull ache that all Mothers’ can collectively comprehend.
The anguish and torment felt by Mariam, the mother of Jeshua,
Standing, observing and witnessing with numbing heart- piercing pain,
The slow, torturous, excruciatingly painful death
Of her son, on Rome’s preferred instrument of annihilation…
Coming to mind…
And I am humbly silenced and stilled as I acknowledge
The selfless, unconditional love that manifested for All of Humanity,
In that one, single, humongous moment…
And to all bullies, past, present and future, I extend compassion…
…for they knew not, do not, will not know,
What they did, they do or will do,
And I am trying to forgive them all.
My Love to you, my darling daughter,
In making me Ruth-less, you are teaching me much wisdom.
A Brave New World indeed.
# By the way, just to make it clear, I have no desire to be Ruth-less…that would be a most uncompassionate trait to try to develop…my daughter’s name is Ruth! #