Jessica Hanna Poet Free verse

The Mother of His Son

How can a man love two
To make his life dim and blue?
And see them both as he sees one
To be the mother of his son.

One is a dream, the other is not
And in between there is a knot,
The torment of choosing one
To be the mother of his son.

And he fears them to be
Both illusory as he can’t see,
Then to remain left with none
To be the mother of his son.

Lost in a world of fame
Where changes turn out to be lame,
Where ages around him run and run
Missing the mother of his son.

Back from work, he is tired,
From that world, he got fired, 
He missed the right to have some fun,
With the mother of his son.

To travel the world within a room
Feeling everything around him bloom,
Up ahead has risen the sun,
Glory, the mother of his son.

Jessica Hanna
Dec. 06

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