My Mother - Visitor's Poem

by Barnali Saha
(Nashville, TN, USA)

I stay in a foreign land,
Far from your shore, faraway from your sand,
Every dawn of my chiaroscuro,
Every passing fancy a thought of you borrow,
I miss you, oh! how I miss you mother.
I cannot say that, I am far away.
You are happy in your little world,
I do great in this swirl,
Sheaf of clouds as they fly in the sky,
I tell them tell my mother I miss her.
The clouds pass the seven seas and reach you soon,
And tell you in unspoken words that your daughter
misses you in the sun and moon.

Barnali