Einstein's Aviators

"It came to me by surprise.
This gift of my relative Einstein.
Sent to me by my mother.
In her heart I shine like no other."
D. Ramos

Tamahl Shahib Rahaman is my name.
Understanding it seems, is the name of the game.
A previous gift of foresight blossoms in between.
My growing auras flame tearing through sweet dreams.

Knowledge = Power, at least that what they say.
I scale out understanding to see past the hay.
No need to sift through straw for steel,
When harmony I seek using my aura to feel.

The package I saw and thought it may be bad news.
I began looking closer, unknowingly seeking clues.
The handwriting calm, familiar and clear,
So I opened up the large envelope relieved of any fears.
Darkness I saw and thought it quite ironic.
Until a flash I saw, like a beautifully falling comet.

This one though struck heavily at home.
It had me up fast and running to the phone.
I left a message that was ever so sincere.
Just thinking of the words brings to my eyes warm tears.

She now knows just how close I have to hold her.
Closer then the hug where her earrings mark my shoulder.
I'm her first born and always miraculous son.
Together we fight, all shall be overcome.