Dear Mother Poem by Orion Mapp

I love you dear mother,
Mirth completely overtakes me suddenly,
Beholding the Deities and Swan,
Upon that massive navy raiment,

I love you dear mother,
Your frigid palm now slowly,
Bars sorrow from my countenance.

I love you dear mother,
For within a glossy tone,
You state “Beyond their comprehension,
Are we my dear spawn;
Sheep-minded are your brethren,
For they spur Mar’s steed,
Beholding what our surfaces’ present.”

I love you dear mother,
While absorbing the massless serenity,
You emit with erected lips,
Knowing I strolled hunched over,
With my luminous hectic sire.