Dream Fishing
Yesteryear, my great grandmom fished here.
Just a deep, breath filled, heartbeat ago,
these rocks served to mirror her prayers
that they might float as hope inside air.
These stones and her toes feel games
and sun flecked water brightly touched both.
I sense her dreams under these old trees,
imagine her offering them in acceptance.
Real life bound her life to my greatdaddy,
a small farm and eight kids who relied on her
I'm told she fished here almost every day
for meals, I think she liked the tree shadows.
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
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
