Maa's arms

‘Maa’ I wailed when I fell of the stool

Yet she glanced and turned her head away

I was 4 and little did I know

That glance meant the wound wasn’t that grave.

I got older and the glances lessened

My trials and tribulations

Were of far more sophistication

At least that’s what I thought

When I struggled through

In Ma’s arms I found comfort and mute

Her hugs were silent

The right touch and strength

In them I found solace

A force I couldn’t bend

Such depth such warmth

Affirmation and a pinch of pride

‘It was ok to let go’

Whatever that was made me cry

Silence became the cue

But her arms were the cure

I would close my eyes

In the darkness I would be lost

For that moment of time

No world berated

Only ma’s arms became

The sole of my existence

Sometimes I tease this nonchalant habit

An indulgence of sorts where I‘m lost

Maa never wonders why I succumb

She just waits for me

Patient and undone.