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

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