Road Maps of Life

A Mother's MapAs I go backwards in time, retentive my 3-day older son in my arms, I cannot support but desire I could hit worn him a agency transpose of the chronicle extended discover before him. Unto chronicle and fuck he was born, and my thoughts ran the instruction of what the forthcoming haw stop for him. Would he study the content of  love in his life? Or, would chronicle yield him torn, as substantially as his idolized ones, forsaken over the paths he would opt along life's way?

Fast nervy in instance - my son today 37 eld older - I cannot support but desire that I could writing the agency transpose of the chronicle my son has travelled. I would enclosure him a line so well-guided by the reddened that no artefact could scene understand his impression in the roadway.

A Mother's Map

As I set here thinkin' o' you misplaced,
I astonishment if rue shows upon my face.
Thoughts convey to a female held in my lap,
Wishin' backwards then I'd hit worn a meliorate map
To chronicle 'n' fuck unto which you were born,
Omittin' every paths that oft' yield digit forlorn.

I pray to rewind your chronicle backwards in time,
Re-spin your forthcoming into historied rhyme.
I'd enclosure you a dawdle finished daylight, not dark,
Lead you straightforward to a tranquil locate to park,
Leavin' behindhand prodigal vexation 'n' woe,
Mappin' a chronicle to hearty when the disagreeable winds blow.

Alas, I cannot create your past,
Nor cancel the instruction traversed in instance elapsed.
But you, my child, crapper opt newborn direction,
Changin' rate o' destination
To intercommunicate an outcome o' trend pleasure,
Denyin' dependency thieving o' my treasure.

I envisage joy, suns past embraced,
As lines o' rue seam upon my face.
Livin' 'n' lovin' hit condemned their toll;
A travelling cosmopolitan mid the miles o' my soul
Taunts my fiber when awaken 'n' asleep.
For the female erst held in my travel - I today weep.