The Sea in my room

As a child,
with my Nanna,
making the bed -
waves of sheet
crash,
underneath is cool -
dark,
need to breathe,
roll on the carpet-beach,
watch the white-surge 
flapping, snapping, falling
up and down
up and down
calming, resting
smelling sunshine.
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May 17, 2026 at 4:50 PM
Wow, Jeanette. I LOVE this metaphor-
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