Sights and Travelers

My mother is a sight,

And my father is a traveler,

Mix the two in a small pot,

And you have aimless wanderers,

No rock for stability,

Besides the ones we find,

A lack of strength and security,

Just a tear in each eye,

Where is my hero,

Where is my model,

Why can't he visit,

In all of his travels,

A sweet sight to behold,

My mother always was,

Strength, beauty, grace,

A tower of love,

Travelers can travel,

That's all they'll ever be,

But sights were meant to behold,

And some stay near me.

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