Hey son
what it do!
You know how much I love you.
How did you get so far from me. Hey son between us two you've put quite some distance.  
Feels like seeing I'm mother as your growing up I'm now the resistance.  
Remember I'm not the enemy. Hey son I love you from the Earth to the Moon and the distant Sun.
Hi little Gemini.
I want to see you take your wings  to soar I want to see you fly.
I give you your time, distance and your space. But I  remember when you were a little boy who didn't mind me planting kisses on your face.
Hi son I remember June 20th the day you were born.
From every moment I've helped you grow through every storm.
Hey young Gemini.
It's like now we can't see eye-to-eye.
But you'll always be the apple of my eye.
I know that you're on your way to being a strong young man
Just don't forget I'm here with an outreached hand.
I'm your mom a go hard fan.
With you I've done the best that I can.
Your journey has begun.
Go on now son.. Enjoy Life
I get to see you live and continue to learn and to grow and grow.
@H.E.R_Poetry S.A.M

Never mind me..
I'm just spiraling out sometimes turning..
within self's yearning...
And needful of touching things..
Inside Me where there's, my dissatisfactions.
I'm alone and un-alone.
Because the drive to stay content with being such a
workaholic its cool beans.
and its company enough for me.
All the while needing untouched things. Seen in dreams..
while the yearning of things..
Picks up steam.
I'm a girl dissatisfied..
A woman dreaming.
A Queen Worker Bee.
Nourishing Needed things.
  Being  me the she I be,,.
So in love with the idea of a He. a Him.
Finding a me.. as vulnerability lets Me be free.
To give this complex yet beautiful.
ready to love Me.
Poetry.. Me..
Not seeking a toy boy a ******* toy But a serious H.e..
That will accept a S.h.e Like m.e.
SelinaSharday..

My bae came through..
Took me down turned me side ways.
Taking care of my sweetest needs for enriched harmony.
Feeding my rhythms lustfully.
My bae took care of me.  
Calming down my liquids flowery.
In love with his delivery.
His controlled abilities.
Happens beautifully.
And well I'm feeling satisfactory.
And well he's enough to handle me..

Poetic People..
we are not herded sheeple.
We are word lyrics, song makers,  mind shakers,  current speakers, history makers, past revealers..
Word life breathing, comfort givers.
Word Movers, Books of chapters and mental creators of Intellectual content givers.
We teach, subtract and we word multiply in many unique stanza, rhythms and soul dynamic gifts.
Poetry people we can ignite, warm up or cool down to enhance hearts temperatures Spirits our words lift.
Poets are examples of writing freedoms and of all 12 styles and forms of Poetry formed arts.
Sonnets, Ballads, Concrete ode and Prose. and the many mo's are starts.
Poetry People are such a variety.
Best leave us free!
As living Poetry!