May you be as my mother
In her traditional sari
Her eyes full of concern for me
And my well being
Praying
May all my days be fine
Wishing
Me to be neither a king nor a clown
But human
Healthy in body and mind
In peace may I be
Yet always striving
Not with others but myself
Not fighting shy but following
God in life
May I believe what I know
And know what I believe
Knowing accompanying deeds
Sharing and caring
And learning the truth
Not of reason nor of logic but of love
And gathering
The strength and readiness to live
In the end
Leaving
To you little mother
A world worth living
So may I come once more
To be your son.
