Part of me (Poems)

Ode to Mother

Ode to you, who made I
Who fights and shouts over little,
Old me
Who unthinking knows the hope for,
Me will be worth wild in
The end
Who wants to be thy shield
For me
Who wants to lead the winds ,
While shielding thyself

Who like a shadow never leaves,
It's host
Who holds thee and others so,
Dear
Who can give so much and
Receive so little
Who like a soldier tired from,
The battle will still stand and
Ask for more

How does one never leave me?
Or lose ones shining hope ?
How do you stand pleading for more?
How can one unknowingly do so much ?
Can one thust answer me these ?
Where I can know from ones
Point of view ?
Is it my fate to soon know it ?