Dream Fishing
Yesteryear, my great grand mom fished here.
Just a deep, breath filled, heart beat ago,
these rocks served to mirror her prayers
that they might float as hope inside air.
These pebbles and her toes played feel games
as sun rippled water touch-teased both.
I sense her dreams under these old trees
where she lay them down to carry on.
Real life needs fish to best beat on
and keep her eight boys growth towards strong.
She sent her hearts dreams to float the stream.
Her duties faced, led to my birth’s grace.
... CayCay Jennings
December 1, 2016
Contest: River Line New - Rick Parise - 5th Place
12-line poem with 9 Syllables in each line
used howmanysyllables.com
Copyright © Caycay Jennings | Year Posted 2016
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