Dear Child,
I may not be the mother
You've always wanted
For all I know
I'm not the mother
and you're not the child
I only hope that
with all that I've planned
that you are my own
You see,
You probably are sickened
by the thought of me and this
I only hope you are a smart one
yet I wish you were not
I pray, though
that you forgive me
and learn to ignore my illness
It's my only way
to actually fly away
to be the bird
I plan on teaching you
about
-Your's Truly
Mother Bird
