DEAR MOMMA BLUE
I long for your tides and glides
And rides and slides
I am always enjoying the sun
Tanning my buns
Having fun
Simply loving everyone
Hearing your waves
As we behave
But try to be brave
Hiding in a cave
Avoiding the grave
I float in the salt
Beginning to feel as though it were all my fault
Putting this to a halt
You make me do a somersault
Grains in my toes
As I leave my woes
A cold wind blows
And The ocean glows
Admiring the water
I am your daughter
This poem is about:
Me
Our world
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