Little Tug Boats
I sat on a redwood dock
in the town of Crescent City.
My mom had recently died.
and my heart was full of pity.
South Carolina is my home
but I needed to flee.
Under cold and starry skies
tugboats pulled big ships out to sea.
I felt like the little boats.
I've struggled to do my best.
As big ships gathered speed,
the tugboats returned to rest.
Eyes focused to see the redwoods,
only God could create.
No one can deny the miracle,
the redwoods that He made.
The great Pacific Ocean,
miles from my eastern shore,
Mom has crossed her ocean.
She rests, now, forever more.
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