I write. You read <br />I talk. You listen <br />I build up dreams. You teach me how to fulfill <br />I have illness. You are my physician <br />I am wearied. You give me courage <br />I stumble down. You stretch your arms and hold me up <br />I merge in a wrong lane. You pull me back to walk straight ahead <br />I am in the eye of evil storm. You are my earthly shield <br />I feel oftentimes life's burden. You carry my emotional struggle too <br />I travel away from home searching my missing disposition. You still wait me even for so long <br />I have nothing to ask you more. You are my mother<br /><br />Rommel Mark Dominguez Marchan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bloodline-mother-son-mental-conversation/
