In the sure protection of a mother
No worries.
So naive
Ignorence
Sheer joy of being young and oblivious to the world of unknown danger.
Walking in the meddow
Nothing to fear
Until you lose the security of your mother.
The need to have it
Her.
The sence of being taken care of.
The need to grow up and be grown
Your own person
To leave on your own
And to fend for yourself against such a cruel world.
Stand your ground for one day you will become that secuity for a young one too.
Be strong even when you are scared not only for them...
But for you and your mother.
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My Poems
PoetryThis is a book filled with all of my poems that have been published on here. they each tell as story but all together are not connected or in any specific order. Just a book of randon poems of all different genres.
