There’s a hole in the roof where the storm came through
That night when it poured and the wind blew
In gales, up-rooting trees, followed by thunder
Lightning striking my fears asunder.
I must have blacked out…for when I woke
The sky was smiling sweetly and was blue
I waited, I waited for three days (or was it more?)
I called for you Ma, I knew you were home.
But you didn’t answer; I thought of the game
Of hide and seek we used to play
Expecting you to jump out at me
With a smile on your face. And a treat
In your hand, and you’d sling
My worthless limbs over your shoulder
And together we would watch the sun
As it set over the river and you’d point
Out the stars one by one and tell me stories
Of each and not let me see the tear
You hid in the corner of your saree
Have you had enough of me, Ma?
This child of yours unable to uproot
Herself from earth?
Have you given up on me?
I waited but you did not come Ma, so I tried
I tried to get out of my bed
but fell down instead.
So I dragged myself to the other side
Only to find you lying here, your body stiff
and cold but the sari still damp
as if all the tears you hid and cried
Since I was born are buried inside
Will they take me away, Ma, if they know
Send me to the father whose hands
You saved me from when you said ,”lets go”?
Surely you know I cannot return.
So I rest my head upon your breast, Ma,
I am not hungry any more.
The world can wait, I wait here with you Ma,
And gaze upon our piece of broken sky
As it filters into our home.