Tuesday, January 21, 2014
MY MOTHER'S VERSE
All she ever did was float
in sea of storms. Harsh waves
beat her body, crashed her youth,
worse, drowned her soul,
One day, she woke up, still
floating, but in the sky.
Clouds (the puffy kind) cleansed
her wounds, the sun inflated her soul.
She grew big, grateful of magic
that flies, even over angry waters.
did she win
awards, accolades, recognition,
though she learned to sing
one short verse, part of a long song.
She sang it perfectly
to the sea, the sky, to everything.
Singing, she floated away.
(Submitted to Dverse Poets Pub. Inspired by yesterday's post by Brian.)
Posted by Myrna R. at 4:54 PM