My dear son

For my son A mother dreams through the silent night, and in tranquil hours of morning’s twilight; Of days gone by, of laughter shared, her heart now heavy, her soul laid bare. Across the seas, her son resides, in distant lands where novel life hides; She feels his absence in the air, a tender ache, a whispered prayer. She recalls his steps, his youthful glee, the way he’d run so wild and free; The stories read, the songs they’d sing, the comfort of every simple thing. These messages, calls, and pictures sent, are fragments of where moments went; She clings to words and smiles afar, Her guiding hope, her brilliant star. In soft breeze that caresses the day, in rosy sunset’s warm display; She feels his presence, near yet far, Her love for him, a constant star. She wonders if he eats enough, if nights are cold or days are tough; If he still wears that old blue coat, the one she mended, hem and throat. Her heart is filled with pride and fear, a mix of joy and unshed tear; For though he’s grown, he’s still her child, in foreign lands, in ways so wild. Yet in her dreams, they meet once more, on shores familiar, at her door; She hugs him tight, her heart complete, in cherished memories, their souls do meet. And so she waits, with love’s sweet grace, for time and space to close their place; A mother’s heart, so wide, so true, forever beats for him, anew. Written August 6, 2024 © Dr Upma A. Sharma