Mother

Shall I call this
A longing or love
Or just my way
Of seeing and being

In search of silences,
Journeyed across oceans
Little did he know it was where the journey had begun.

In longing for love,
Looked for strangers
Little did he know it was where love had first come from.

In the realm of desires,
Desired for eternal
Little did he know, it was the one looking out for him.

The invisible hand,
Happy in your happiness
Sad in your sadness
The one who saw you as a part of herself.