Patterns of magic: A poem by Jayashree Pillai

I heard it again: that little whisper
Of a promise flitting past on tiptoes -
Like the first flush of dawn
That trails behind the sulky darkness.
It kindled just enough faith
To draw upon the last
Dredges of strength,
To break down the walls
Of pain caving in.
And then it happened :
The first lusty cry
That had ever so often
Echoed in my dreams.
That day, I felt the magic of
New life emerging from me.
That day I learned that
Somewhere, interwoven with
The threads of life
Are little strands of magic.