Will She Notice My Treasure

The treasure I find within another,

My Mother –

For she enlightened me –

Lit the fire in me

Each rising Sun

Is another reason – for me to be a Son,

See I am Her,

But stronger I may be –

For she cannot bear to look up at me,

I Am An Object,

A pawn if you will,

And my master has decided my fate,

But I never deem it too late

Each rising sun – she may wish for a son,

But I lay here – eager – and

For I bear the gift she is searching for –

Her treasure

Is my treasure

Yet she remains unbothered

And soon enough – my treasure will be forgotten