New poetry book or...

So she can

There may be no other

On account of my mother

She did not want it to work

It being me an over simplified jerk

Being hungry I ate the flapping stork

All I see left is a could have bean

Hey I think it's right time for sprouting

OH where is her dead to the world

I will grow beneath her mountains

Only if to be near to her so I can hear

If in distress she calls to me again

So I can be there for her to put this in

So I can be there for her to put this to an end

So I can be there for her should she decide to begin again

So I can be there for her from beginning to end

So I can be there for her when she needs a friend

So I can be there for her when she needs me to wait 

So I can be there for her when she comes of age

So she can fill my cup if need be

So she can save this poor man from wandering

So she can give my life meaning again

So she can tell me where I am at when I lose my belled hat

So she can be here to rub my tired aching back