Huddle on a sofa,
Watching some TV,
Reading a book,
With a cup of tea;

The wind is blowing,
The hail is thumping against the windows,
Lightning and thunder light up the house,
I thank the god that I am indoors;

Wood burning,
Fire crackling,
The smell of oak
Is so relaxing;

This is what makes my house a home,
This is what fills my heart with hope;

Poison running through my veins, your blood.
Running through me, like water from rivers.

Given to me as a forced gift.
But I have no choice, the choice was yours.

A blessing? More like a curse.
My choices aren't my choices.
My eyes, aren't my eyes.
My face, a mere reflection of your own.

My friends are my family, not you.
But my life is my life, mot yours.
"She's what you have to look foward to" they say.

They fail to notice, that I am not you.
I am ME.

I do not act like you acted,
I act like ME.

Despite the similarities,
we are strangers.

But you've done one thing right.
You've given my friends, someone
who genuinely cares about them.

Just one more thing you failed to do.

What did I do,
To deserve you?
Why should I be the one,
To call you mom?

Did I lead a perfect previous faith?
Am I a reincarnated saint?

Neither, I am just lucky,
I was brewed in your tummy;

All I know about you,
Is that I am grateful,
That you make my life,
So full;

Being your son,
Is what I do best,
Even if,
I am such a pest;

I love you mom;

Her eyes are dark,
Like the abyss,
Her Hair is black,
She’s such a bliss;

Lips like cherry,
I’d love to kiss,
And her cheeks,
You wouldn't miss;