In A Foreign Land
There are
evenings
when silence
speaks to me in your voices,
and this house,
though it has
walls,
remains empty
without the sound of your footsteps.
It is not
loneliness that weighs on me,
but the absence
of the embrace
that only a
mother truly knows.
Each day I
measure time,
not by hours,
but by longing.
I wait for a
phone call,
a smile on the
screen,
a simple,
"How are you, Mom?"
that warms my
soul.
You are far
away,
building your
dreams,
while I remain
here,
keeping the
light burning in the window,
just as I once
did
when I waited
for you to come home from the yard.
My prayers
know the way to
you.
They do not stop
at borders,
nor are they
lost across the seas,
for a mother's
heart
will always find
the heart of her child.
And when longing
turns into tears,
I do not hide
them.
I let them fall,
because every
single drop
carries a
blessing for you.
Until the day
I can hold you
close to my heart once again,
I will live with
the hope
that distance is
only a road,
never a
separation.
Even in a
foreign land,
you remain the
homeland of my heart.
You are my first
prayer,
my final
strength,
and the reason
why, each day,
I await the
return of the light with unwavering faith.
XHULI SPAHIU
XHULI SPAHIU (04/11/1969)–Gjilanë-Kosovo
🇽🇰 Poet and writer who firmly believes in the power of words to change
people's lives. Through her poems and books, she shares messages of positivity,
hope, and peace, inspiring readers to think deeply and find strength within
themselves. Her mission is to help others through her writings, offering light
in difficult moments and guidance for a more mindful and harmonious life. Three
times featured in the Book of Records for her peaceful mission and
internationally recognized as a peace icon, she uses every word as a tool to
open hearts and sow hope. For her, writing is not just an art – it is a way to
connect people, spread love, and create a better world, one sentence and one
poem at a time.
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