Lost...

Mom, when I was little,

I cried when no friend came to play,

Now tears fall 'cause the world's tough every day.

In a corner at home, solitude was my friend,

Now in a crowd, loneliness won't end.

Tried foods worldwide, flavors so grand,

Yet, your pale fried rice is what I understand.

In a warm room, on a soft bed I lay,

Missing your hugs, they've all gone away.

In each sleep, fear silently near,

Racing with time, every night, I fear.

I want to make you happy, be your delight,

But what if I return and you're out of sight?

Friends say I'm strong, but the power I've had,

It's your prayers, Mom, that make my heart glad.