Tales had roared
The compound word
'Mother-in-law'
With killing aesthetic
After years of striving
As a woman of authority
You're confronted by
A mother from another
'A mother' you would say
For your breastsucking son
Least you forget, she is
Enthroned all queenly
Fight her not for this
You're his first
Gratified is she
His humble aeonian
Winds of her youth passed
She beckon her rival
She knows not a mother better
Grown like you she crawled
Mother's breeding apart
Patience for the first
Tolerance for the continual
Together he is fed
very nice
I am very impressed keep up the good work. You can do it!
Peace
Dylan
"One of the best results of life, is the torment of love"
Dylan Eliot