To My Robin Hood

While the World is Spinning revised (Because i didn't like it at all)

Dear Mom,

Thinking about it now,

I thank you about as much,

As a musician thanks his violin bow,

So thank you for being my crutch,

The person I can turn to in times of trouble,

Like the arrowhead at the end of the stick,

You’re my much needed air bubble,

When at the bottom of the sea and can’t kick,

I feel so far from the surface,

And I think staying under for good,

I feel myself resurface,

Because you’re my Robin Hood,

So thank you for rescuing me,

Giving me all I need,

A and B and C and D,

To help me to succeed.