My River
I have a river of my own,
A river, flowing
Naturally.
I see her in waves,
On her
Meandering trails,
Lonely.
‘River training’
Is a term I heard
From a very
Early age,
A father, engineer,
Left an imprint
On my
Coloring page.
His office talks often
Engaged terms
Like ‘embankment.’
Rhymes better,
Feels proper,
Along a way
Of atonement.
I was awfully apt
To color my river,
In times of my leisure.
It was always near
My house, my fun-walk,
With pleasure.
I fancy now,
I had a boat and
Knew to manage
That boat of mine.
Shed tears to lose
Inside my dreams.
And often dreams still shine.
Copyright © Tamanna Ferdous | Year Posted 2019
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