A kiss and a cry shouts of joy, a tremulous sigh soldiers come back from faraway lands reunited couples, entwining hands parents with balloons and outstretched arms children returning with groups, safe from harm myriad languages bouncing off the walls echoes of longing, tears that fall Airports are centers of piquant emotion and I sit, waiting for you in excited devotion thinking of how you raised me, on your side, alone how oceans divide us except for the phone how we fight to keep our connection alive how your grandchildren and I are your source of pride And so, mother of mine, my hug waits in these arms to burst forth to you as you step off the storm of longing and missing into our calm and light our renewed closeness and bond about to take flight
Wrote it while waiting for my mom to come through arrivals two days ago...