Sailing, sailing over the ocean blue
To miss all that beauty? Boy, what a shame!
Away ‘cross the ocean I’ll drift and I’ll float.
Look over there! Spy a pirate’s black sail.
I want some gold bars and a new navy suit.”
I gaze at my children and smile with good cheer.
Except in my dream as I mend a torn coat.
-by Revka
2 comments:
Ah...Revka, I was writing poetry today and thought of you. My life has been hectic for a while (aren't all of "ours"??), and I just remembered to find your email and read our poems.
This one is so whimsical, and with three babies of my own (even though they're "older"), I could relate. Reading this made me smile :). You should keep writing them!
I read your poems today, too. I love your writing style - you have such a way with words.
Thanks for all the nice words about this poem. It's definitely a snapshot of life in my house. :)
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