Mum or Mom, whichever Title you wear
Clip this Gold Pin and wear it on your Dress
With them - and Daughter - such Healthy Pride bear
These Fortunes accord; And Grace you impress
I mean this oft; Though my ID's betrayed
Consort this Red Skull despite tamed intent
Yet base-lined reprieve of these Thoughts relayed
If Hearts and Souls live in perfect content
My only word - Truth - that these Two connect
For helpless am I stung to Daughter's Fair
In her own Best - fly Forms at dive and beck;
Her Prince - down below - sport Pillars in her care.
Watch that Board. That One asking you to Sing
That Torch heating her Stars; And made her King.