My Person
Wether bounding through childhood
Or tripping through my teens
My one necesity remained the same
This Mother of Mine,
My Person
The conversations filled with guidence
Or the adventures filled with mischeif,
Nothing compared to her unconditional love
This Mother of Mine
My Person
I've explored other cities
And touched foriegn seas
But the One Necessity that no culture could supply,
This Mother of Mine
My Person
This poem is about:
Me