Mother's Child Tag

You're the only one I have
The life within my life
Maturity sits at point blank range
Tiring so easily

This business of growing up
Set in concrete
No escaping nature's water
No matter the plea it makes me grow

I want to stay 
Safe in the ground
Nurtured and fed
Whatever is out there


I really don't want to know!!!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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Higgins Avatar
March 2, 2009 at 5:47 PM
Wicked title..maturity sits at point blank range..pure fire.. love this write my talented friend.
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