Endless nights and days, I have fought for this
Given years and tears, sweat and blood
Ma, I'm finally here
and yet
All I want is to feel your embrace
Curl up in your corner of the Milky Way
I gaze out in the glassy morning dew
Almost smell that tea you drink
Hear the words you sing
Feel your hand bursh through my hair
As my head rests in your lap
I knew I would leave
(you, Pa, Home)
Oh, but I didn't, not really
Only knew when, crept up in me
A melancholy, like the scribbled notes
at the margins of a novel
tearing you out of your fantasy
Grounding you in reality
you are not the written warrior
but the yearning reader
No longer I stood
in the pedagogical grounds
I had dreamt of nights before
now, this was only the place
where my spirit subsit
Without your glow and smiling faces
I count now, all my memories
Good and bad, happy and sad
count them greedily and tuck them close
Visit them when Nostalgia grows
Kisses, lessons, all your words
Rediscovered now, when scarcely heard