Hand That Rocks the Cradle
when darkness falls
shadows serenade
upon moonlit walls
and my eyes close
as i bid farewell to day
sweet dreams
cannot come
when hand from grave
rocks you back
through life's storms
i was bound to the hand
that rocked the cradle
my ship in stormy seas
slapped on the face
yet not by waves
but tasted saltwater
just the same
chilled to bare bone
then swept away
by wind of warmth
apologies?
an aftermath of storms
an unexpected pause
until the next red tide
bore my name
chained fast
to this diligent life
i longed to break free
from this anchor
that weighed me down
i swam against the tide
yet i was rocked
knocked back
through life
though tides have since parted
and seas are more calm
the taste of saltwater
still lingers
its bitterness
in my mouth
my mind
in bondage
cries out in pain
as hand from grave
rocks the cradle again
Copyright © Sandra Adams | Year Posted 2013
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