Long did I search for my mother, or perhaps it will be a lifelong journey.
The place to find her is within.
What’s inside can not be hidden.
‘Real life love, is under the surface’.
I found her to be silent, to not speak. To look and see, rather to take action.
Trusting on senses and walk an unknown path of life.
Accepting what is, rather to change.
She lives on in me, how can it not be.
A purpose to show, to make the world understand.
It is not only words which makes the world spin.
As we have bound to believe.
Yet, I learned to speak, to make sure that message will be spread.
Or just a natural born talent.
The words unspoken is what I speak.
It’s my honor and my respect.
For my mother, and her mother, and all the other mothers who do not or can not speak.
It’s not only my pleasure.