River Child

She is a river that I

cannot wade through;

too deep are it's currents

which lead to the sea,

and all of the dreams I

could never imagine

birthed in her the moment birth

pulled her

from me

I sit on her shore

and I watch as the water

laps playfully

carelessly

dodging my feet

She rushes ahead,

strong and sure,

and I hope

that she'll wave

once her river and ocean

tides meet

(She is a river that I

cannot wade through;

too deep are it's currents

which lead to the sea

and all of the dreams I

could never imagine

birthed in her the moment

birth pulled her

from me.

I sit on her shore,

and I watch as the water

laps playfully,

carelessly,

dodging my feet

She rushes ahead,

strong and sure and I

hope

that she'll wave once her

river and ocean

tides meet)