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King Midas


The summer sun casts its golden gaze through our eastern windows, reddening the thermometer at this early hour. Bodhi kicks and talks from his horizontal vantage, a motley colored play mat. He smiles up at me, a sun dappled face glowing like King Midas eager for gold. His lips part and the sound "mmmm" escapes, followed by a long gutteral aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah. My narcissitic maternal ear imagines this to be his first word, an eager communication with the world beginning from a central point, "mom". His assuring smile is followed by a parade of consonant vowel combinations. Each vowel drawn out by a primal growl deep in his throat, akin to a yell but deeper in resonance. His smile lands like a butterfly across his face and the call, "mmmmmmaaaaaaahhhhh", takes flight. He stares at me, brows furrowing quickly into a scowl, arms outstreched, "MAAAAAAHHHH". The room clouds over and a thunderous cry replaces the sunny calm. I bend, hands reaching for his strong baby torso to lift him through the storm. I am handsomly rewarded for my efforts. A splendid grin, liquid radiance, shines for me and I am transformed, once again, to solid gold.

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OniBaloni said…
I feel so obviously a part of this wonderful family this 55th birthday morning. What a gift to open this site and see me with my beloveds. So filled with love and joy am I, I sit... tear in eye, face crinkled with the onset of tearful jets to follow, happy tears, happy crinkles... Happy Oni! xxoo
OniBaloni said…
Just you wait, Girl Child, wait untill you look in awe at your grown up unbelievable beings and marvel, "They were in me...they were inside of me... How is that? How is that something so remarkedly beautiful flew into my tree? ..." It is then, you can forgive yourself any ill ways. You know, for that beauty to flow out from this body, I can not possibly be as tainted as so often I have seen myself... And... then... the child heals the mother... The beautiful child gives birth to a new being, a new mother... So it is for me as I marvel upon you...

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