I'm Safe In My Mom’s Cupboard

       I’m Safe in My Mom’s Cupboard

I’m safe in my mom’s cupboard—

those childhood fears folded

into future insecurities,

still holding me back

from stepping out of my comfort zone.

But my mom keeps reminding me:

“Don’t forget the womb you came from,

twenty-four years ago.”

Now at twenty-five,

I still need her

in good times and in bad.

Without her, I’m nothing—

she completes me,

the way a poet completes

his unfinished poem.

When I return home,

my eyes search for her—

my better half, my mother.

And she welcomes me

with a smile so sweet

that I forget my pain,

forget the worries of the day.

Her prayers and blessings

have saved me more times

than I can count.

My secrets, my pain,

even my documents—

all are safe

in my mom’s cupboard.

And by “cupboard,” I mean

her arms, her lap,

her faithful hands—

my truest refuge.

So I pray to the Almighty:

Grant her a good life,

for in her,

my life is safe.