When the dawn breaks over the saffron skies,
When the dreams of night slowly leave my eyes,

When the first wild rose blooms on the bushes,
When the night air resounds with the songs of thrushes,

When the dark clouds descend in a flood of tears,
When the sounds of silence are the only thing one hears,

When life and love and you seem a part of my past,
When out into the world like a waif  I am cast,

When the strong gusts of wind make me tremble and sway,
When the power of my thoughts takes me far, far away,

When the meaning of reality seems empty and lost,
When the star of my fortunes seems invariably crossed,

When each new day and night brings tears anew,
I think of you, mother, I only think of you....


This is what I go through when I am apart from my mom.....my very reason for living...