Mother

I walk alone
Trying to find a way back home
I look for a landmark
Yet I keep coming back to the start
I am tired and strained
The sights and sounds seem unfamiliar
The shadows grow longer
I am scared and frightened
I see a light shining in the distance
I open my eyes
Yes, I am home
A loving touch
A hand runs its fingers through my hair
It's you mother
I am comforted by your tender loving care

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