Echo Chamber

By OneLight

(a mother's musings.......)

if I seem possessive, tyrannical, and prone to opinionated unsolicited vocalization

on every subject imaginable concerning you

it is because I occasionally forget that you are not just or only

the assemblage of my 23 and another's 23 to make you

from those many into the whole you call you.

and I recall as me

you are part of the some of me.

I am looking at you and seeing that like lint piled into a hairless corner

of the darkest cavern of my womb

all the chromosomes, RNA, DNA, idioms, and atoms of me

are pock-marked inside and out upon your freckles, moles, shading

and the finest curves of your frame.

I cannot always remember that we are 2

because I know my reflection.

I studied it in your newborn scented exhales.

I held myself in your tiny frame

as I sang nonsensical lullabies when I held you in my arms.

rocking you gently like the earths axis pulls the moon.

my hopes steadily gazed into the mirror of my eyes

when I saw you blink from dream to waking.

and yes I watched you find your face, hands, feet, voice, and choice

over and over again, and again.

I clapped and smiled as you took your first steps into your own life on timid tottering feet.

I never forget you began

in the invisible of eternal yesterday.

then quietly crept into me long enough to be ready for breath, time, and life.

I call you mine, me, and you

because you are a fragment of me named you.

my miracle.

my kindling, fire, water, and clay.

like supple fresh bread

buttered on both sides.

OneLight

OneLight