My Superman – Papa who is life and the Breath to me!
Ave Maria!
Eyes named by an innocent sky,
Fragile hands sing to the wind’s Blessed rhyme....
Exemplary is her eyes to the new born cry,
She looks down at her precious handsome shine...
The sickness eats her plenty,
She weeps to the night in seconds...
Hope in expectation’s box spelled empty,
She smiles as God’s Choir plays Heaven’s beautiful record...
The sickness eats her knee,
She cries inside a heart for aching to be free...
Superman* comes smiling with Ghee*,
An Angel’s milk uproots Heaven’s gracious seed...
Her knees weep to the pain’s weeping death,
Hope is thus painted with her precious colour in bed....
Superman pens a poem naming the cotton forehead,
Her pain’s thus subdued to Sacrament Bread...
Her eyes hurt with pained illness,
A cloud writes a note to a wishing well...
Pigeons weep to the saddened stillness,
Superman breathes to her eyes’ aching swell...
Heaven’s choir comes to a subtle roaring,
Life writes to itself a Father’s story...
The rain sings her precious pouring,
Blessed Mother thus sings the Lord’s name plenty in Glory...
*Superman – Father
*Ghee - Clarified butter made from the milk of a buffalo or cow, used in Indian cooking.
