My Rock in Shallow Waters
On an island surrounded by nothing but water
I find myself thinking a lot of my mother
with a welcome smile and eyes of hope
we would make a boat and start to float
or maybe instead we would decide to stay
build a treehouse,
run and play,
but no matter how bad I always know
my mom will swoop in and show
the guided path,
the way of life,
a miracle in any light
then I remember no matter how tough
we will always be two diamonds TOGETHER in the rough.
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