MY TEMPEST-AN UNFAITHFUL SON

My son my tempest was he,
A living entity of activity one could see,
My life, my endeavors all were his,
Full of fun and frolic and liveliness,
A tempest I called him because of this.

From a little reliant bundle I reared
Him to a full fledged being of vigor
Day and night I nurtured him, I cared for him
I kept him from all rigors.

Alone and unaided I walked with him
Singly fighting with the callous world
My youth my life to him I lent
Not for once a frown or a lament.

I became his shield, I bore his pain,
I stood before his every single gain.
Weary and tired I applauded to his triumph,
He searched me wherever he always did find.

I saw my tempest grow and grow
And longed he get but all the more
The mighty stars the earth and hills
I wished the world but at his will.

Abandoned now I sit and bawl,
A broken heart some memories in all
My only assets I conserve and keep
In remembrance of the happiness
I once held at my feet.

My little tempest now somewhere gone
Celebrating himself his new found renown
Merry in his life and away from fears
My tempest gave me a storm of tears
Alone he left me to fight for life
He left my existence in strife.