Through the years gone by,
My mother and I,
Have grown apart as we aged
Our lives and love, a bit damaged
She was lonely, I busy always
We wouldn't speak on many days
And on the days we did,
Empty words covered, what the eyes hid.
We connected now and then,
But drifted apart more often.
Then one bright summer day
We decided to go on a holiday
Bags packed I headed out
Not knowing that I was about
To embark on a recovery,
A relationship rediscovery.
I spoke to her and held her hand
Shared meals and walked on the sand
I was up early and so was she
We bonded over a cup of tea.
After ages I felt secure
I hugged her some and wanted more.
15 June, 2014
The rediscovery trip
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