With love without borders from a Mother
I am so weary, sad, and oh! So much alone.
My Sisters, Myrtle and Edna to Mt. Lavinia gone.
Alone in the jungle, where malaria is rampant
Afraid when I hear the trumpeting of a rampaging elephant,
The Colombo night mail passes "We are going to Colombo.
but you miserable fool, you stay here" its wheels seem to chant,
 Jay is gone, on a mission of mercy to be with a mother on the throes of
labour
With torches, they speedily trek, may be the whole village
time is supreme to save her,
Dead of the night, vipers galore, so are tarantulas - opportune
moment for tempers to flare,
But I know with Jay, whether on duty or otherwise flared tempers are so
very very rare,
What is my life?, I envy those lucky ones enjoying out there,
Laughing, joking, chatting, visiting, eating in a wonderful world
without care
Is it for this that I, with my beloved Jay walked the aisle,
How strange, a marriage to a medic can change one's entire life style,
Despondency, despair, destroyed, dreams, depression,
Then I feel Tiny Fingers Clasping my Own,
Another wee hand embracing me, and tugging at my work stained dressing
gown,
Imploring eyes, upturned head with curly hair is what I see when I look
down,
I bend down, he lifts his hands, stands on his toes and gurgles
What he has learnt and often says Mamma Ukun Bibee Dhoi"
I lift him up, embrace him to my breast - oh what perfect Joy,
With him, to our humble alter I rush": Lord have mercy on me, I beseech,
Forgive me Father, for my despicable and envious speech"
For what indeed is life? but to be with Jay and our little angel,
So press your tender body to mine,
Thank you Lord, you have made my life, this day worth living and ever so
divine.
It is only LOVE, before hope and faith that conquers all, for without
Love life becomes a massive naught,
Therefore, the strength to live in an atmosphere of abundant Love is
fervently sought,
And also Lord, make me a Martha, when in my kitchen our simple meals I
prepare,
And a Mary, in Church, where at thy feet, I listen to you, follow you to
Calvary, and to receive thee I prepare,
Therefore father, I thank you, for you have, this day,
Shown me the way with your fauna and flora in the jungle to abide,
And finally my Saviour, Never ever will I Envy the worldly, world
outside Noeline.
Siripathy Jayamaha
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