The poem that will help readers begin to understand who and what shaped my writing.
One he does not always choose.
Naturally, something for his well being,
Therefore, it would seem
She is the one getting her way,
At the same time, he has no idea what to do.
Wingless, ultimately thrown from the nest,
To no grass bed, but trials and tribulation in cold concrete.
Does the day ever come when he is able to forgive her?
Even from under the ground,
Fingers pointing back to the way he has just come.
To the next sunrise and the next, on a path that only leads back to Mother.