My heart’s swollen, overflowin’ <br />with the warmth you have for me <br />“Why is it you became my Mother? ” <br />will always rest a mystery <br />Although I wouldn’t have another path <br />I wish to travel long <br />A trail devoted duly noted <br />comfortable to walk upon <br />Birds chirping squatted perching <br />as sunbeams break through tree lines <br />And though dark clouds hang in the distance <br />this dirt path will dry just fine <br />“Why is it you became my Mother? ” <br />will always rest a mystery <br />My heart’s swollen, overflowin’ <br />with the warmth you have for me<br /><br />Shadow Rai<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/why-784/
