WEEPING LOVE

Mother, I’m feeling so complete;

years of sitting on the hot seat

and losing my taste for meat

has given me brand new feet.

Forget about wearing socks;

I discovered my unshy fox

taming all the sharp rocks

and super power of the clocks.

Mother, I’m feeling you weep

with love the closer I creep

to shaking off my deep sleep

and seeing I’m all yours to keep.