Mother's Love
Of all an up-cheered rippling
The one constant
Watercourse. Thus vowed, strays not.
Nor turns stagnant.
Soothed of which thought, instinctual
Reversed cant be
Whilst swamped, this lil' craft of being
By life's rough sea!
Copyright © James Watkin | Year Posted 2021
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