THE WAYWARD MOTHER

Mother never experience
the trials and tribulation of being a mom.
The vigil of staying up nights
nursing a sick child
till dawns dim-light filters thru darkness –
touching grandma’s bleary eyes.

Mom was an absentee mother –
part-time mother –
a brief fulltime mother.
THE BOMB SHELL!
Mom filed for a divorce –
the parting was amicable –
a clean break.
She hastily beat a retreat to Canada.
Mom’s wishes –
the divorce was to be hush-hush –
sparing Mahealani – mental pains.

Mom sent birthday presents
postmark from Colorado.
THE REVELATION!
Mom’s proclivity to bend the truth
and her penchant for deception.
On the most important day of her life –
WHERE IS MOM?
Mahealani was crestfallen –
her soul silently weeps –
maternal love pain reigns in her breast
at the most critical moment of need.

Her mom is not an evil person –
her priorities are self serving.
She is unaware that she unconsciously
places her self satisfaction –
ahead of Mahealani’s emotional needs.
Self becomes primary –
everything else is secondary –
an adolescent – residing in adult’s body!

Grandma – the surrogate mother –
and we caretakers will insure
Mahealani’s path is righteous.
We Are All MAKUA Under The Sun –
OHANA.

THE PATHOS OF MATERNAL LOVE

Mother called from Colorado –
Mahealani spoke of the fun she had
with cousins Melika and little Naniloa –
belly-flopping like penguins down the steep hill.
Kamikaze head first suicidal slide
into the bowels of snow embankment.
Their rhapsodizing joyous squeals –
and burst of shrilling laughter –
fun’zzz arias orchestrated
in snow-laden forest –
& songs sung within her breast.
It was her pinnacle of joy –
sharing the wonders of wintry world –
a spiritually togetherness with mother.
The epiphany at that moment –
the togetherness –
the spiritual mind
detaches from body.
It was momentarily real –
an “out-of-body experience” –
a metaphysical phenomena –
that was evanescence –– PUFF!
The magic of winter wonderland–
vanish – the idealistic dream world –
fades into the sunset of her mind.
Reality of immediacy –
brought her back to the real world
as she cradles the phone.

The purity & innocence of child’s
affection for her maternal mother
is languishing in the twilight.
Inanimate cell phone calls lack
the tactile touch of human warmth & –
time-zone widens the enormous gap.
The yearning for maternal affection
wanes with the progression of time.
Mother’s love, an illusion, fades in sunset.
Adult’s aberrations – their dark side –
a burden placed on innocence of children.
THE PATHOS OF MATERNAL LOVE.

RAYMOND CHOW – FEBURARY 18 2009