She prefers a free-fall to
Wading hesitantly,
feeling every icy drop of pain.
A deeply devoted mother,
She scans the horizon of her life
When the waters are still.
She searches for the treasures of her heart
buried in a sea of chaos
Unearthed now in the calm.
The sight of them bobbing and floating
Rhythmically in the flow of her love
Causes her to forget the storm.
What she'll remember most is...now.
In the quiet she drifts
on the love she feels for them.
A love so deep she will hold her breath
And dive down into it again and again,
When the winds change and the storms rage.
Casting aside the pain in her dissent,
Retrieving her sinking heart
As she retrieves her treasures
And once again they will float.
Wow Mom. This is so precious to me. I will read this poem again and again.
ReplyDeleteThank you.
XOXOXOX