She blew in from far northern shores
A breeze infused with laughter,
Thus eagerly my spirit soars
And greets my glorious daughter,
Across wide seas that span the globe,
Ten thousand miles she journeyed,
Just as the surgeon donned his robe
And twirled his knife, unhurried,
She held my hand when I was weak
When I, with drains lay drooping,
To lift my spirits she would seek
Till I with mirth was whooping,
They say my scars are healing fast
That I shall soon recover
In love’s embrace, scars from the past
Fade as fine mist forever.
Copyright © 2015 by Visalakshi Viswanathan
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