Complete Wanderer; A Poem To My Mom



I thought I found on solid ground,

yet in my heart I am not sound.

My name entails and tells a tale

Of a sorrowful one, journey without fail.


Deidre - she spoke, upon my birth

But with that name recieved a curse

For with the name also came

A wandering spirit. My mother never the same.


The child grew wild, long locks of gold

Thought like in the movies, she'd never grow old

And when of age, she spread her wings

Danced in the mountains and learned to sing.


Now the path I've chosen, mom

Seems like a curse, but don't get me wrong

Though I wander still, and will till I die

I know for this life, I am meant to fly.






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