The Sea

The sea, the big and beautiful sea.

Could strip a proud man and bring him to his knees.

Ignorant to its power, and helpless to its beauty.

In my child like eyes, it reminds me of how hot and torrid the sun could be when the cool waves lick my burning skin.

But in my mother’s eyes, it reminds her how to fear. She never loves the beach like how I love it. She respect it however…in a distance.

When I have gotten older she let me in on her relationship with the sea.

She was a young girl in a small town called Little River. Still, mom was not like any small town girl.  

She was a dreamer and she dreams about skies in foreign land. So she set to the sea along with several other dreamers that want to see the sky, however a boat can only take this many bodies.

Sickness spread like horrors in a nightmare for the dreamers.

“ Most of us didn’t make it” she pause briefly, probably trying not to remember.

Mom’s story, like many is not only an example of how the sea could swallow men like pills, but also how people are brave enough to chase their dreams even if it cost them their  lives. Traveling is a luxury that is often taken for granted.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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