The River

Sunlit rivers wore the soul of lovers,
Ripples were a thousand fractured diamonds,
Grasses the caress of loving mothers,
Borne again in children’s own reflections.
Fish and summers danced around their ankles,
Neither to be kept in nets forever,
Tea alone tempts children from their shackles,
Shedding gills and gladness to the river.
Though our days are now a different season,
And those summers flee like flowing water,
I see for a hundred happy reasons,
In the waves, my mother and her daughter.
Bearing homeward all that I am given.
Flowing to my heart, my veins, the river.


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