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-
&nbsp;&nbsp;Not valiantly smile
&nbsp;&nbsp;when snubbed,
&nbsp;&nbsp;or purr contentedly
&nbsp;&nbsp; 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.