"I've decided to use a lot of the poems my mother wrote when she was pregnant with me. Flesh them out. This album is tribute to her." He sat down and stretched his arms up with a grunt. She got comfortable and reached into his pocket and handed her a CD with just writing on it.
"Was wondering if you'd be the first person to listen to a few of them... Before I release them to the public." He gave a soft smile, looking at the disc. "You can say no of course... But. I'd really like a women's opinion on them."