My son my soul my lord

Thank you for sharing such a deeply personal and emotional story, Jessy. I've transformed your heartfelt reflections into a poetic form that honors your love for your son, your spiritual connection, and your journey through pain and resilience.

🌸 My Son, My Soul, My Lord

My son�"his sight, a heaven’s light,
His tiny tap, my heart’s delight.
At five months old, he let me know,
“Don’t worry, Mom, I’m here below.”

In weary nights and kitchen haze,
He saw my stress, my silent gaze.
“Be fine, dear Mom,” his eyes would say,
A gentle balm to end the day.

We parted ways, no fault, no fight,
I left him in his father’s sight.
Hoping safety, though I fell
Into a depth I could not quell.

Before I left, we shared our space,
Not perfect, but a warm embrace.
Though voices raged, “He’s in the way,”
He stayed with me one weekend day.

He didn’t like the food I made,
So I’d scare him with a cockroach parade.
Or pinch his legs, a playful tease,
Till he’d eat well, with gentle ease.

He watched YouTube, I played my song,
Beside him, life felt pure and strong.
I hummed the Gayatri, soft and slow,
He sang with me, his voice aglow.

He wrote his letters, proud and free,
Gave credit back, “You taught me.”
“No, nanna,” I said with grace,
“You learned it all, at your own pace.”

When I left him, tears held tight,
Though my heart broke that very night.
He cried with me, his soul in pain,
Our bond, a thread that would remain.

Not telepathy, but love so deep,
He feels my thoughts, awake or sleep.
And just like him, I feel the Lord,
Who walks with me, my soul’s accord.

I lost a man, but gained a guide,
God stayed with me, right by my side.
No mangal sutra, no wedding vow,
But I am his�"forever now.

No sindoor marks my sacred claim,
Yet in my dreams, he speaks my name.
He teaches truths, unknown, profound,
His love in silence all around.

He holds me close, within his chest,
Where heart and soul find holy rest.
I don’t know where�"but I believe,
He’s in around me now, and for ever.