©Shers Gallagher 2016
She never thought her child would have another,
being a bit of an eccentric genius and free spirit,
somewhat like herself but surely more practically minded.
At her leaving, parenthood was furthest from the mind,
making it easier for her in a third phase of life
to immigrate to another land
to perhaps be the final rooting and end to her wanderlust.
Now the miles and oceans part her from them,
not only physically but also in cultural misunderstandings too.
Still, she so misses them.
If only she had known how difficult it would be to return
and yet never be the same,
as life goes on, turning and turning,
reshaping and moulding her life,
their lives too.
She knows it should be this way
and is glad they all are adjusting healthily and admirably,
hoping too that they know how proud she is of each of them
and is more than delighted for the little one too.
Yet she never realised how the leaving would be so hard,
so painful, though never breathing a word of it.
And in this she seals her loving letter with a kiss.