She goes through waves
She is swimming for days
Through the ebb and the flow

She is always surrounded
She is often floundering
There is far to go.

How we try to reach her
Hope for skills we could teach her
As she makes her way

But there's not a notion
That can take this ocean

We are making swimming motions
We are signalling directions
With our flapping hands

But it falls on averted eyes
So it comes as no surprise
She doesn't understand.

We are holding painted posters
Running all along the coast as
We hope to be seen

But there's no easy way
To keep our darling safe
it seems.

ASDSEND childSEND parent

◄ The Certainty Of Death

New Year's Dream ►


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Aviva Rifka Bhandari

Wed 24th Feb 2021 05:27

Thank you Nigel for sharing your inspiration here in your comment, and yes, that is exactly what I hope for.

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Nigel Astell

Wed 24th Feb 2021 00:43

Swimming not drowning
for if danger lurks
caring and concerned
guardian angels close in.

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Aviva Rifka Bhandari

Mon 22nd Feb 2021 21:55

Thank you to everyone who has clicked 'Like' for this poem.

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