METEORS

The birthing was physical
Yet, twas not mine to own
Was I not just fair vessel
In design all unknown

The gift was too precious
Again, I misunderstood
For just keeper was I
For the great and the good

And keeper I was
But I dared to claim...'own'...
I dared to love more
Than could ever be known
Arrogant in thinking
That I was, my own world
That here in my orbit
No meteor could swirl

So when the meteor swirled
close
And broke up my world
The debris and choas
I threw, dared to hurl
At the ghost of the spirits
Who had gifted me so
But I, simple mother
What did I know

And, I understand now
That the gift was called time
That I could never own spirit
No, that could never be mine
And I understand now
That you were gift, from afar
A temporary loan, untill
Reclaimed by your star

M P 23/4/21