Natalie Evans


Feet Pressed To The Pier


I never learned how
to make friends
with the ocean, but
I wanted to play with the waves~
I'd push my toes into the pier,
drag them when I walked.

Splinters scared me
as a child
Mum would hush
my frightened heart-
Pluck those nasty wood
threads out, with her nails
which were long and red

I miss the way she
held my head
when speaking to the sea-
How she brought us closer
though I still have yet to sail-
For now I hang my legs
off the edge of her memory

Submitted: Wednesday, July 09, 2014

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Love you mum!

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  • Mandolyn ... (7/9/2014 5:56:00 PM)

    such a sweet endearing piece (i know that sounded like an old lady at high noon tea... but hey) (Report) Reply

    Natalie Evans (7/10/2014 10:48:00 AM)

    Why thank you Mandolyn!

  • David R. (7/9/2014 5:43:00 PM)

    Great emotion here. Memories of mom...... Oceans can be quite violent and selfish. You're better on the pier. Take it from me. =) (Report) Reply

    Natalie Evans (7/10/2014 10:48:00 AM)

    Lol! You must be a lover of the sea as well, David. Thanks for having a look-see at my poem.

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