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I remember those Paradisical days of love between Mum, me and my baby girl: A poem

I remember my Mum’s sweet lullaby voice; as it rang in my ears (like echoes of incantations) all over again in my early thirties as my Mother sang to my precious baby girl, Jashmina, those lilting Konkani nursery songs! I, particularly, liked the one about the negro from Mozambique, who wishes to learn how to dance(!); and, of course all those that Mum dedicated to (and epitomised) the love between baby and maternal uncle! Had I realised, then, that my love for my baby girl was not just avuncular; but that there is so much veracity in past recall! And if I am branded as insane for my harmless beliefs, then call Jesus insane for proclaiming himself as God (!), or all your Christian Saints, who caused the world so much grief!

Mother, always, in her very intuitive way, knew I was very special; and she treated me special in every way! And, I felt, as Mum sang to my baby girl, Jashmina, the ultimate stars of endearments come down and touch my soul! And so I sing back, now, in return to my dearest Mother:

“So long, my heart, my soul, my dear

that you are always so very near

Was it the sun shining on me and you?

Or was it the moon; though may not be true?!

What is true is all my insight,

that it is always your brilliant light

shining on me through each and every dark night!”