A journey to recall

The hope of a child was to find a way, Through heavy rains and voices of distraught One little fiercy cry from a mother To her son who got poisoned by a python Made a bombadier lose his focus . Towards regaining his irresolute way He forgot about being a bit acquisitive So he enslaved the feeling of being nostalgic Until his habit of being gulliable Increased into forlon His presence inconsequential. 💔