. .prosodic arson. . . . . . .(header pic tribute to Zilon).

An hour turns into an age;
A dynasty just thinking of...

It's only the worst possible thing,
That plays out time and time,
It's happening again.
I can't shake the thought,
And wonder only why,
I think of what I hope will never happen.
If I could scrape away the plaque,
And clear the obstruction,
I'd take it all upon me.
To feel the sickness enter my veins;
So sweet as it drains from you.
I've been free for long enough.
Free from pain,
Free from money,
Because of you;
You are truly selfless.
Through me runs clear:
Hindrance free blood,
That you deserve to have.

I would take on any illness a thousand at once,
If only it would lift your curse.
For this mother's day I would like to give you my blood.
I'd like to give you my spotless veins and unburdened arteries.
But all I can do is smile and bring you flowers,
Drive you to the hospital and cook you dinner.
I'll be as strong as you've taught me to be.
I'll carry whatever weight I can,
Though i know it is nothing off your shoulders.
I'll blossom for you as best I can and stay close by your side,
Where ever I am.

May the rest of your life be mother's day.
A long, healthy mother's day.