When sun and moon
cause her to glow
with proud devotion,
and even clouds
do not block the flow
of her emotion,
how many tears,
salt sad or glad,
which fall in tides
some low some high,
cry from the eyes
of Mother Ocean?
When sun and moon
cause her to glow
with proud devotion,
and even clouds
do not block the flow
of her emotion,
how many tears,
salt sad or glad,
which fall in tides
some low some high,
cry from the eyes
of Mother Ocean?
Comments on: "Gravitation" (1)
Beautiful poem, so expressive of how it feels to be a mother