I see the fear in your eyes
That I will not fit within
Encircled arms;
And that I will spill over
Arrangements and customs-
Slide through gaps in bonds
Like a hare fleeing a farm;
That I will question
Even facts-
Woo contention,
Talk back-
  Not valiantly smile
  when snubbed,
  or purr contentedly
   when rubbed.

But walk through with you
I will
This life, if not this world-
Guard you against adversity,
Cherish you with a fierce motherliness.

I will bless you
If not with beds,
With great robust bushes of roses
So, take me,
But take me in small doses.