Mother Poem by Mystic Indian

Mother

You brought me into this world,
loved me before I knew its name.
You raised me in warmth,
showered me with everything,
never asking for return—
only to love.

But time wore on,
and I, in my blindness,
outgrew the love I thought had changed.
You felt different.
You pushed me from the nest,
and I, in longing, searched.

I sought love in places unknown,
in gods and strangers,
in fleeting moments, in art,
in passion, in mentors,
in friends, in lovers,
in whispers of wisdom,
in prayers to the divine.

Yet every road led back—
to the first hand that fed me,
to the scent of home,
the taste of love,
the warmth no world could offer.

And when every door closed upon me,
when all I chased faded like mist,
I saw the truth you knew all along—
you sent me out,
so I could find my way back.

I am home, Mother,
for your love.