Cook to a simmer
I read instructions-
Put the whole pot on boil,
I didn't follow
Instructions.
Like it or love it,
You can hate it, but I made it.
With no mother-
No longer to observe the
Son of hers!
The fire burns,
That's what happens when
Love occurs.
And Love was lost,
The past-it was all a blur.
Behold the present-
The gift!
Mother returned to me,
In nurturing spirits
Of my beautiful woman.
She reached down and
Put my pot on simmer.
