How I Met My Mother


Growing everyday,
by mother's blessings.
I dive and breath with days passing.
She is not like me
keeps me surrounded.
Does not talk,
but touches my skin
I am tied,
want to see the world,
she makes me keen.
I hear someone,
talking from distance
want to know her,
if I get a chance.
My world is upside down
I am crying.
In shadow of someone,
I am lying.
She seems familiar,
my doubts are dying.
And sees me beautifully,
my heart is pounding.
Fluid was not my mother,
What a finding!

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