Another perspective, viewing yourself from your mother's eyes

No one is here at my call and beck
A time to sit and recollect.
About long ago and a place in time,
back when I was your , “child of mine”.

Looking down on me, from my mother’s eyes;
Did her hopes unfold with all my tries?
Did her dreams for me all come true ?
Was I worthy in everything and all that I do?

Her priceless tears without conditions she shed
I lie wondering in prayer every night in bed.
Is she smiling at me for what am I ?
Just thinking of it can make me cry.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m just alright.
It’s just crossing my mind on this quiet night.
I miss her voice, my mother’s wit
She went back home to rest a bit.

I know she wants the best for me
and I pray for her life, eternally.
Her closeness seems so far, near to mine.
Is she pleased with me, her, “child of mine.”