Going through some old scratches and notes of some poems and brief stories and such through my notebooks and found this little gem and thought I’d share it with you today! Super excited for this Mother’s Day weekend because I got my mom some gorgeous fabrics to do some designing and sewing with her! (She’s an incredible designer) Cheers!
The oceans’ prayer was lost in the score of heavens bow’s to the eastern shore,
a tired head, she floated down, and to the bed laid deep in sound,
And rightly decided she breathed in the water, before her last breath she was moved toward to wander,
And below the sea blanket, and under the tide, she felt no air nor saw no sky, her time was lessened and through the concession, a ghost she rose, a ghost she rose!