A Daughters Journey Nurtured by Love – Part 5 - Poetic Tribute to Mothers Strength

In 2018, when the academic year drew to a close, I returned home. As I stepped off the plane, my mother's radiant smile welcomed me at the airport. But as I looked into her eyes, tears unexpectedly filled my own. The depth of my emotion caught me off guard; I couldn't quite comprehend why I was teary.

Behind her smile, I glimpsed the traces of scar and the pain she had endured. Each day seemed to be a battle for her although life was going well. And amidst my tears, a stranger observed me. Coincidentally, we found ourselves sharing the same journey to our street.

Curious, she asked why I was in tears when I saw my mum.? Yet, seated beside my mother, who continued to beam at me, I found myself at a loss for words. How could I articulate the overwhelming mix of emotions stirring within me? But I gave back a smile and a nod, silently acknowledging her concern.

I didn’t find the right words at the time to express my emotion but now they are forming the basis of my understanding and healing; So here is a poem;

In another dimension, perhaps, I encounter my mother as a child.

When she was but a sweet, innocent girl.

Together, we walk along the beach.

Where she shares her dreams and delights of the world.

We laughed so hard until tears of joy stream down her cheeks,

Her innocence untouched by the weight of the world's trials.

Oh, how I long to meet that carefree version of her,

Eyes sparkling with unbridled joy,

Before the world, she loved so deeply,

Left its indelible mark upon her tender heart.

One day after all the years that have passed, you see the world you hold dear, and you smiled. You were asked how you have been, and you told your new home. You see it then, all those memories that sit so heavily between you still. The yearning within the verses you searched to make it your reality. But perhaps in another world where there is no confusion, there is no lie, there is no question, where two worlds collide and people stick to each other, I get to sit and cuddle you and your world. You are the rose; the thorns were supposed to protect you. As you survived, you learn to be kind to yourself and as each day blossoms your inner strength quickly comes into force with bravery, I wish the world should beg you for your forgiveness for all that it has caused you. Be reminded that your child version is worth more than what we are now. I am your fragment of love now even in another universe and you are mine.

You are my mother in your purest form, untainted by the burdens you have carried within you the trauma and the scar the world had left you; you still radiate the purest form of maternal care and affection. You are loved now and, in another dimension, forever.