A cork is tossed amid tumultuous seas
bouncing bobbing ~ return to me
Your hands through waves, reach forward
only to retract, to lie awash within the crests
of silent white ~ the colour of perfection
and completion, bring home to me yourself
Fight the horridness of storms that may
seal your fate, rise up to fight the vehement
waves that brew, for my hand reaches out
to you, to save the sanity within
I shall protect and guide against
the currents great and small ~ if you
will let me be your rock
within my arms you shall be safe.
©jmtacken 25/11/2013
Ramblings From A Mum 