Lap Of Feelings...

Mother: Earth,

I was sown in your womb resembling soil,

Remained there for a period.

Then I was germinated,

Your umbilical cord resembles roots.

Medium of food.

Your purity, serenity and devotion were: my nutritions.

With fondle care,

Developed,

From bud to flower.

My scent: virtue.

The outcome of your love.

Fortunate : being your son.