I am going to see my Mother soon,
She lives in Chester in a care home,
And like a flower in colourful bloom
She has hardly aged, and doesn’t moan
But has grown in a like-minded spirit
Regardless of it being like incarceration
And she is no-longer fit but needs a stick
And besides visits it’s like a segregation.
I am in supported living which is a similarity
But I am able to come and go as I so please
So I am not locked up for acting so mentally
From hearing voices which still so do tease.
One of my alters claims to be mother nature
And states that I am a born again our Saviour.
Copyright Andrew Stevenson 05/10/2024
Thank you. Love love, Andrew.
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