Goodbye, Mama

I write, read, crochet, sing, and play musical instruments. A sucker for learning.

September Poem #3

Your love is like an angry ocean

creating huge waves that topple

everything it landed upon

without the loud swooshing sound

minus the grand entrance

You do it all for the shore

though your waters come fleetingly

and unknowingly

Your presence is a constant reminder

that you are and will always be

a loving ocean to a grateful shore