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

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