Thy Mother, My Child
Poem By Chelsi Holland
Gently into thy night my child for i watcheth thee,
Thy mother of your life I giveth you my love for free.
Yes it's my responsibility yet I do not label it like that,
For your life was truely a gift, poor or aristicrate.
None truely matters my sweet child, for you are priceless,
Looking into your eyes are my own almost timeless.
Recalls a past trapped, but actually time is unstoppable,
Because now my destiny has meaning as well as direction,
Oh beautiful, thank you, for my mind nedded correction.