SANITY

I am sane, Not because I was born perfect, But because she, the prolocutor, went through loads. There I laid insane years ago, The storms were triple my age... For a child like me to stumble, She thought in agony every dawn and blackness. Here I am, sane, For sanity clinged me. It pat me when I was hardened, And it softened her with warm sway And now here I am, So proud of who she is remodeling into. And she is me....