A Note Left Behind (To a Son)

I was born underwater with lungs oversized, With gills immature in a world full of smog, I'm filling petition to be cauterized, And end other chapter in life’s fragile log. I was born black and white with extremities gray, The plaintiff accuses what I might hide, It's nothing but SOUL constantly at play, With spoonfuls of turquoise rolling down off life's slide... Implosion of rainbows will probably be The cause of my passing unknown and alone. When thrown overboard and deep into sea I'll finally return to my home long time gone... I've moved in a place with no windowless chamber, Where time has no meaning and waiting is painless, If I had any hopes, I swear - don't remember... And don't recognize him, his sorrow is senseless. I have died underwater, reborn in blue nights, Don't need oxygen to play with the whales. Remember when watching those great Northern Lights That Mother is smiling behind Nature’s veils. for Constances contest "Mother"