Water can be clear or murky, powerful as the ocean, or powerfully subtle as the formation of caverns. Water creates life, yet can be destructive. It covers our earth. It fills our bodies. Water evokes mystery, and moodiness. Unpredictable as water is, it is useful, and it cleans things up.

That pretty much describes what I want to say and how I want my posts to be.

Saturday, May 22, 2010

Ebbless Progeny

Salty tears trickle down my cheek,
  seven pounds of a wet freshly born son in my hands.
  only but a year ago
his brother could lay upon my chest and fit.
        moments become time
 and flow to the sea.
     Some year forward
his pride is shown reaching the light switch.
Another son now, tri-joy
     moments become water gone by.
Oh smaller one yet,
     who’s large aqueous eyes shine at her christening.

        One seawater tear
running down my face,
     many inside deluge my heart ..restrain.
      I hold my soaked, injured child
 and distract him with tales.

                                               A crash thunderstorm of pride,
                                       his school applauds his departure,
                                         a fine writing achievement.
                        And his little brother is growing so tall.

                  time has become a fast flowing creek.
            Her lovely art work displayed with magnets.
         His fingers on the sonata  fly through recital.
He delights me, tin-man performance.
             His portrait of me, of me,  wins!

           Welling  emotion
   strives to flood through a river of time,
         river of many tears  dropped.

        I cry for his broken heart.
       I silently weep, a most beautiful young woman
                 reaches for a diploma.
A bearded young man who calls me pops,
        we stay up too late
          discussing philosophy.

My son and his bride, walk the beach,
            that ocean is our lives
  for saline tears and moments flowed to become
    cascading recollections passed.
And  little brother stands so tall,
        when pronounced husband and wife.
Seawater falling from all our eyes,
   eyes that witness an age of joy.

my salty tear trickling,
     I type a heart-sea of blessings, memories,
                  and moments that became, and will become. time,
                     and continue to flow by,
                                to flow by,

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