and you can tell from the last few days.
i have too much of one or not enough of the other.
good nor bad this middle and I'm stuck in it and you.
all the ands in the world and gently drawn out from it.
and deep inside you know I'm hospitable and stuck,
now susceptible to the world's harm, you push me back in.
and heavy palatable such are they, these mood swings.
and if you love me, rock me too sleep and keep me, quite.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Now there's a challenge iip! It reminds me of something someone stated a long time ago about men wanting to crawl back up into the womb...it's true then? A mothers love is the deepest and the surest to keep you rocking, safe and soundless. Smiling at you Tai