Mother |
| by Cobrakede |
Caring love cold as an shower,
never before and never after,
shall one as you love me again.
You cradle me at youth,
protect me as I mature,
scold me in contempt and yet -
always in love.
If not for you . . .
. . . I would not care,
If not for you . . .
. . . I would not live,
If not for you . . .
. . . I would not love.
Hold me as I go into the world,
do not protect me, only guide me,
for I am mans' and womans' child,
bold an foolish,
yet as always it shall be -
unknowing.
Forsake me not, for with me pride was born,
good and evil I can do - that all mankind can do,
but that what I've been taught- not all mankind can do . . .
. . . care.
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