One Minute

60 seconds was how long it took-…

To feel the demise of your breath as your spirit ascended out of the vessel in which it was embedded.

Your vessel brought to life was simultaneously the vessel used to birth 3 new lives.

60 seconds was how long it took to notice that your limbs had no movement, that my head was feeling dizzy and that my nostrils were having this strangling fight of in-and-out movements, mimicking the sound of air being blown into an expanding balloon.

In 60 seconds a fast forming phlegm ball of emotions was hindering the scream of disbelieving that life was good, for our future together, Ma, was now put out for good.

In those 60 seconds as I held you in my hands, clapping on your face to bring you back from out of space, I envied my panic attack. For I felt I was wasting air and could’ve given you mine seeing as I had more than enough to spare.

Had I known,

that in those 60 seconds, instead of your name which I called out, I would’ve replaced it entirely with : “It is safe to go now.”

and maybe, maybe if I had done that- your last few seconds would not replay with a traumatic echo of a long bellowing “aahh..”

As your last few seconds would flow with ease, as you would have embraced the moment and began your journey to finding eternal peace.