Survival And Relation

He had sailed on ship some years ago When I had small kid as only sign to go With memory and hold the future With only aim to spend rest of the tine with pleasure I used to visit and sit for hours together Look at vast sea and to offer the prayers For his well being and safe return home I waited for the moment to welcome My patience now is running out As no news is heard about Neither received some money Nor any kind of things to look even funny Yes, but he is my towering strength Lives in inner most corner with breath I love him more than my soul Even ready to die for his first call My son is coming out of his childhood Daily receives some feedback from neighborhood I am tired of answering his call Very difficult to make him happy even with cause so small What I find from the distance? A ship is sailing in my direction at once Is it true signal of his arrival? I kiss the land and set aside rumors for dismissal Oh no, Oh My God, ship is nearing He is seen waving His face with great smile Oh yes, I am dying for a while It is moment of great happiness All smiles are back on my face He is some feet away and I jump in water He embraces me with all his power How many years of isolation? I wonder and raise question It is not about separation It is about survival and relation