Hiding Behind

I am the new-born
the  reality of
my mother’s dream
lying beside her
in her arms
I am hiding;

I know I am delightful
and know I am serene
and sure I know I’d need
whenever and whatever
she’ll stretch her arms
and do every deed;

The connect I share
with my mother is eternal
and will go beyond
distant moon in the sky,
the stars so high
where the difference of
life and death ends;

then we both shall,
taking hands in hand
to hide behind the dark
and to shine like

the morning star

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