Bitter Sweet

He left, I was only a boy; vernal and frail and ignorant, In a fierce world, hardship and dread there within, and there was I, growing bitter and ever cold. I clung to her who's flesh from whence I came;from her who bore birth's pain. Her nurture fed me and her heart spilled on mine a good, ever growing close in her tightening grip Time has past, a bitter grew, him towards. He lingers in a memory close, But her presence created me a peace, soft and sweet, heavy not my heart, and I suffered nomore.