Turning Clouds to Find a Daughter

In a foreign land far from home,

A life of struggle, seeking love alone.

Mother's hand guiding the way,

Amidst the sea of strangers, a comforting ray.

Golden skin, tiny feet so dear,

Love's sweet embrace, oh, so clear.

Happiness while still in her care,

Sharing joy and sorrow, a bond so rare.

Warm meals on a cozy eve,

Seasoned with love, you'd believe.

Rooted in a mother's affection so strong,

As days pass by, it feels so wrong.

Silently watching hair turn white,

As age paints strands in the fading light.

Oh, the bitter pang it brings,

Praying for the sun not to spread its wings.

Life is not eternal, it's true,

Everything has a cycle to go through.

Impermanence, a law we can't deny,

Arriving on its own, then fading into the sky.

Once, it was the child waiting for the mother's call,

Now, they stroll together, exploring it all.

Once, the child was young and naive,

In the radiance of youth, Mother's love to receive.

Now, the child holds the mother's hand so tight,

Journeying through the lands, left and right.

Purchased a round-trip ticket for the travel spree,

A smile... from the days of youth, when life was carefree.