She embraced the view, a bright divine
The hues, the grace, over a quivering line
Her dancing carriage heard no tune
She buried her doubts beneath the moon
Only a memory lies in her wake
A collection of ‘was’, a withering shake
She swayed in her cradle as she drifted to shore
A soft gaze would welcome this motherly lure
She’s promised a honing but for her to discover
She falls to her knees and kisses her mother.