To Be, To Be

To be the mother
Who carried you in her arms
To be the father
Who was disarmed by your charm

To be the brother
Who walked with you without fear
When he fainted
You shed so many tears

To be the bow
That you carry on your back
To be the arrow
That flies to where you mark

To be the bird
Who died on your lap
To be the squirrel
Whose back you did pat

To be the friend
You warmly embraced
To be the devotee
Whose life you fill with grace

To be the stone
Your feet touched and blessed
To be the demon
You killed and liberated

To be your wife
Whom you banished from the state
And carried pain
From which there was no escape

To be under your gentle gaze
To be lovingly caressed
To be in your presence forever
To be, just to be, ever.