submission by seema jayaraman

[seema jayaraman]

Dear Dr. Fab & Team,

Please find my submission, I hope I have managed to sneak in 'through the slit beneath the door'. 

In Death: She Still Remains A Mother

What is it with Mother's, even in death

That she holds her crumbling ground 

As bullets and bombs come raining down

She stakes her life for her innocent young

Her honor in tatters is larger than the sky

Her hope lives though scrawny and spattered

She wraps her torn hijab over her precious one 

In protective death defying loving embrace

Her body shot several times, a sieve as life ebbs

Bullets and bombs rained, no matter what the cause

The dice was rolled and lives deliberately snuffed

Her hope, a steady flare silently screaming for help

Inside her apron,  child miraculously unharmed 

She stands defiant denying death 

Against  her shattered Syrian home

With laboured breath she 'shushed' her lil one

A last lullaby to soothe the terror in the lil iris

A see-saw , life and death, Child and Mother

The gift of warm love as Mother's life ebbed

Though she was cold within her robes

The old reaper swept by shaking his head 

A Mother's dead body hiding her living child

All in defiance of God's will refusing Heavenly abode

Not till her child was swept into a savior soldiers arms

Her wailing maternal spirit rose with reluctance

A Mother's selflessness written in blood

How much more suffering need be caused

On helpless little children and ordinary folks

So many Mothers, faces  blurred in sands of time

But a Mother's body is soft even in rigor mortis

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Seema K Jayaraman, Mumbai

My bio Remains the same

Not sure why I have 

was close to tears now, freaking with trying to login to the group ( using my phone which I do for most of my work as laptop crashed by kids games, phone settings deeply embedded with various defunct Google IDs & not allowing me to delete/ reset, more than a 100 attempts now ND I think I have logged in with my see...@yahoo.com id)..if this doesn't work I give up. Dr. Fab I go on my knees sincerely for all the patience, personal invitations and opportunity to be part of the group.

[Richard Deodati]

A terribly sad and tearful poem by Seema Jayaraman, about a mother's protective instinct to do whatever it takes to save her child, even if it means death to her in doing so. A wonderful and eloquently spoken piece for anyone to read or be read to, but especially for and by all mothers and their children. Thank You, Seema!

[seema jayaraman]

Thank you Dear Richard, For your kind words and all the encouragement you are sharing with us novice writers..

Best regards

Seema