Inside The Lobes Of A Mixed Up Womanchild

This is therapy for Me..i cant afford a real psychiatrist so this may be as good as it gets today

Wednesday, November 09, 2005

To My Son

Like a phoenix rising from the flames
a journey without a name
a dream without an end
Upon My Lord i do depend

Child of Mine with eyes so bright
Creation..precious...perfection so right
Abstract moves..so smooth...so true
My love for you will never lose.

protection ..caring...nurturing care
i will never leave you....Ill be here
My love..My angel..My shining heart
Your life with me geared to start

I love you.

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