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
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