How She Heals

You fell and scraped your knee,

The first person to lift you up was grandma,

As she rocked you back and forth,

With a knowing, she clenched her teeth together,

Firmly placed her tongue to the roof of her mouth,

….and she moaned.

As you laid your head on her bosom, there was a shift,

The sound grew from her chest and vibrated through your being,

You soon forgot about your pain and got lost in the healing,

She rocked, and she rocked you slowly,

And her sound was now your sound,

….and she moaned.

She moaned a song you had never heard,

Yet your spirit found it familiar,

She moaned a song sweet as fruit,

Thick as oil, it was soft yet strong,

Somewhere between the first notice and dried tears,

You realized the tune wasn’t a song,

…and she moaned.

Her spirit was speaking to yours,

She was telling you not to worry,

It will pass as all things will,

In this moment, she relayed abundant love,

You received from her and it was magic,

And when she was done, you ran off to play again,

….and she moaned.

By Badilisho

http://ibwriting.blogspot.com