Mother's Unspoken Words
Your soul, stirred by transient storms
Your mind, filled with deep and shallow thoughts.
A heart that sometimes waits in vain
A mouth that knows the taste of pain.
Your naïve eyes:
Two mirrors of one vital force.
A strange realm with strange hopes
Where foes are false,
Where Fear is a farce.
No deadly beast,
No hollow abyss
Weakened your will
To go on a new quest.
Be brave to fail:
Faith will lead you
On the unknown trail.
While you are away,
You are a guest.
My home is your only home:
Still and secure.
A house whose windows
Close their eyes when you leave,
A house whose doors
Are always open when you return.
No distance is shorter
Than the way to the door
A humble, secure nest.
A place to return to
If you long for rest.
by Katalin Juhasz