" He spends a lot of time .. by himself, ' she told me this past morning
In another lucid dream, upon earlier awakening; eminent fair warning
Gingerly places his dreams on another forgotten lonely, lost shelf
Wondering where he lost his youthful stealth and vast inner wealth
She's very concerned and even though,not half as conscious, as i am
For he is not just a 'boy toy,' as he is to many .. he is my young Man
They are both lost right now, it seems;which is why i rely on dreams
No earthly crap to trap what is real, for i know what real truth; means
Ego has driven him with a wedge; further away than i care to phantom
Even though he is someone else's boyfriend, first he is my only Son
Not many care to admit the bond between a Mother and her male Child
Critics can call you, ' crazy,' and 'incest fantasies' drive sick others wild
Purity of unconditional love is what this" Amazing Mommy' knows best
One day, too soon, a grown Man - yet, originally, babe upon my breast.
Never forget to look after the vessel that carried you home in first place
Anything less than being yourself and embracing LOVE; souless disgrace.
I don't really care .. to pretend any more.
Better than pulling my hair
Yes, i know
To all too mad many, speaking one's heart
Can be such a brutal bore
Well, i swore I'd write was on my mind
Unto mine own highest self
Simply not a chore
Read what you will between my lines
Many 'worse crimes' .. i find.