Of Whippoorwills and the Truth

[Wjames]

Where I live in Alabama; a Southern state in the USA, we have a night bird called a whippoorwill. He is named after the song he sings over and over and over never missing a beat. Last night I sat on my back porch for a couple of hours listening to one, he never slowed down for a second the whole time.
I wrote this for my Mom's 91st birthday party coming up this Saturday. If it needs obvious repairs please feel free to suggest.

Of Whippoorwills and the Truth

I have sat on the porch on
a warm Southern night?
listened to the Whippoorwill tell me
who he is,
over and over and over?
I could feel that melancholy pull from
those simple memories of my youth?
The recollections of my rebellious past
reminding me of the time my Mama
spent hoping and praying that
I would one day find that
elusive buried treasure of contentment.
All the times my dad tried
to show me the way and I
stubbornly shrugged my shoulders and walked away.
Now I struggle to look myself in the eye because
I hear the Truth much more clear today,
as it imitates the Whippoorwill;
I Told You So! I Told You So! I Told You So!
Oh the bitter sweet memories of those
warm Southern nights, as the Whippoorwill continues
to remind me who he is,
over and over and over.
Just as the Truth continues to remind me,
I have more than I deserve,
over and over and over.

This reminds me of the gorgeous song "I'm so lonesome I could cry" by Hank Williams.

The opening two questions aren't questions at all is the only obvious repair I can offer. Have a great party!