I Dreamt of My Mother.

I dreamt of my mother last night,

She was preparing for a one way flight

The direction firmly away from me.

The same way she’d done twenty years previously.

When I was a little little, and everyone said “time flies”

When I couldn't count thousands of miles,

When my sadness, I could not verbalize.

And years later, we were on the same side of the world again,

The fact that we were strangers made plain.

Now I hear she’s headed away from me once more,

To live on a distant shore.

I'm all grown up this time,

But there's still a hurt that's all mine.

I’ve learned to be a motherless stone,

And embrace different time zones.

Yet,I’m still that little, little waving goodbye,

I'm still that little, little

But now I can fly.