I am my mother’s son...

I am my mother’s son
I haven’t seen her in a long time

I miss her

I miss her liveliness
Her ever-changing nature
Her resilience

Sometimes I wonder if I’ll ever see her again
Would I recognize her?
Would she recognize me?

However separate
I know we are intertwined
Forever a part of each other’s storied histories
Like two halves of a whole

I am my mother’s son

—A Refugee on Home