Comments about Buck Surely
Home is the place that trembles and shakes
when it’s people are lost in the world.
But the people are finest when they are behind us
Within my walls they are curled
They are not trapped they can leave through my gap
My door is always ajar
But dare not they leave for I will conceive
Many thoughts of pain by far
It hurts me to see them so eagerly flee
I gave them love matched by none
But the ache will subside when they return with a bride
That’s every mother’s wish for her son.