[Interlude: Rye]
A mother is the first being held above all else. She is the giver of self. Selfless in her wealth of warmth and assurance. A helpmate, insuring the life of her son. A son, the one to keep or protect her, respect and accept her for all she is, for all she isn't. He's given as a gift to bless the world with. A son first, a lover once. A father becomes the home hе never had. The structurе and promise time wouldn't let dad provide. Steadfast, holding the legacy of the past, future, and today in his eyes. He is a survival in the days of his child