Her mind sits inside vessel slowly moving on waters wave. Her frail body worn with cloths that hang like old paint. Her thoughts firing with inconsistency trying to land in a cohesive thought.
Winter winds rage as her children and grand children try desperately to toe her to shore, Pull her to perhaps see a glimpse of the form she once was.
All that's left is to let the flag of love be pitched everyday so she feels it wave.
All that's left is to remember her regal form of past that moved with dedication only a mother could give.
All that's left as sun rises and sets is to celebrate the moment grateful to be in her company.
Company of a grand divine ship I love so much.
Thank you Valsa George ;For inspiring me to connect to my mom