mother's wisdom to a homesick boy

Yet I smile...
despite life waggling ,
a finger into my face.
I remember my mother's wisdom,
"The rest will be easy,
if you manage the initial rounds".
Sometimes I bunch up,
not having sensed,
the feeling of isolation.
being an only child,
mama's boy,
foreign land,
demands a lot from you,
churns your emotions,
in a blender,
and hands to you a concoction .
I'm bargaining for my life,
remembering the colors of my town.
how much does it demand,
what have I to lose?
homesickness close to insanity,
yet I plod on,
the initial round must be won.