Longing for Mother

Among the flying birds in the sea, there’s a bird called pelican.

We remember it as a bird with a funny appearance, because of its drooping neck pocket.

However, in that funny appearance, there is a hidden love that nothing can follow.

When its hatchling reaches to the point of starvation, it pecks its kidney and saves its

hatchling with its own blood.

Of course couple’s love can be close to it; however, among the existing love in this world,

the only ‘unconditional’ love would be mother's instinctive love.

Mother’s love would be the love that freely gives up on its own.

I also have a name that I miss.

When a ray of sunlight shines the window in the morning, I call the name in a quiet voice,

Mother…