I Choose My Seed
I raised you without him or his love.
It was tough through the rough times, but look how far we have climed.
Loving him was a choice, having you was a joy.
You grew inside my womb, while he always gave me wounds.
It was a harsh pain when he denied you, but giving birth to you was a pain i would be willing to through again.
Saying good-bye was tough, but it was a beautiful feeling to say hello.
It was nice to have grown up by his side, but it was and still is wounderful to see you grow up