I saw my fate long ‘fore it came to pass
That my son would choose others over me.
No matter how I prepped my mind for this
Move toward he and she, I lament the time
We shared through his boyish days, joyous, free
Happy, sad, good and bad, I miss them all
You see. While not my blood, might as well be
For act like I, and interests alike does
He pursue with gusto, or was that me?
I Saw My Fate
The Naive Romantic 