Of how once your mother sung Rock a Bye Baby
in her tender skin wrapped from the world
You never knew of childhood abandoned love as hers was
she gave the ocean shedding the water of life
The passing of time, of things unknown then
shatters your pure white into every color dissolving
You gather the pieces of memory, of family.... laughter and tears
Longing for some of yesterdays and seeing todays
New births, deaths.....tides shifting.....holding on, letting go
You stand wondering
white moon rising light on night sea
Author Bio:
Deborah West began writing journals at age 13 and currently has 39 total. She enjoys writing about her feelings, experiences and international travels. She received her B.A. in English and Communication and is passionate about the power of the written word and moved by how writers have changed the world.
in her tender skin wrapped from the world
You never knew of childhood abandoned love as hers was
she gave the ocean shedding the water of life
The passing of time, of things unknown then
shatters your pure white into every color dissolving
You gather the pieces of memory, of family.... laughter and tears
Longing for some of yesterdays and seeing todays
New births, deaths.....tides shifting.....holding on, letting go
You stand wondering
white moon rising light on night sea
Author Bio:
Deborah West began writing journals at age 13 and currently has 39 total. She enjoys writing about her feelings, experiences and international travels. She received her B.A. in English and Communication and is passionate about the power of the written word and moved by how writers have changed the world.
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