Found My Mother at Last

Oh, Mother, why have you abandoned me?
You are all I have; why are you not here?
Where can I go? To whom can I turn?
Without your protection, I’m enveloped in fear.
I am the least; the last on the list.
The one who can’t measure up to the rest,
Not talented nor pretty nor elegantly dressed.
Oh, why did you bear me and leave me unblessed?
The night is so dark, and the time is so long.
For one so flawed, what hope can there be?
Shall I perish unwanted, unloved, and forlorn,
With the overwhelming desire my mother to see?
Time passes by, but my goal does not change.
Must this search be continued my whole life through?

~Joy Thomas
Source: Sanathana Sarathi, May 1996