Love Letters to Baraka: II

Son,

You are my sun

Even on the days the light cast shadows across my face,

Drawing me into myself as my eyes became sunken coz my eyes could hardly open from the hammering in my head.

My skin suddenly seemed to fade.

Barely able to move except to

Spend my mornings afternoons and nights on the cold tile floor slouched over the toilet.

Oh and when it burned, sending waves from my belly through my chest up my throat

You were that flame

Burning so bright

I had to make the room for you

To let my body shift and change, expand to home you.

You taught me that love is a remedy for hunger.

Son, You are my sun.

I had to open up the curtains wide and open up my heart to receive you

My blessing, Baraka

I never knew you could love someone so much before you even saw them

Without our eyes ever meeting I knew you.

I feel your smiles, your discomforts, your hunger and your upsets. I feel your joy. I feel you feel for me because before our eyes met, our souls met.

I was destined to be your mother.

Son, you are my healing my every feeling is yours

Shinning light into the darkest spaces of my soul that I was too ashamed to face

You brought me home to myself.

My breath yours, my heart yours,

You lived in the rhythm of my heartbeat for 9 months so you know my rhythm.

You are my rhyme and reason through every changing season.

As my love continues to blossom, you are my bloom

you wipe away the gloom from every room you enter

Oh my son, you're just too precious

You're the closest thing to pure love that has ever existed

So soft and clean my teddy bear I promise to squeeze you for as long as you'll let me 🧸

Son,

You are my sun

My blessing. Baraka

My heart is yours.