Margin Poem 3

my
father
is an ocean,

bitter and 
bracing,

upon 
which my
buoyant 
dreams toss;

and my 
mother,
the sand,

soft and 
capricious,

through which 
my wrinkled 
fingers 
drag;

his wild
and troubled 
waves echo,

then fade

into 
the horizon;

and she
rolls and churns
through my
grasp,

surfaces,

then
settles quietly
beneath him;

where I stand,

a fragile 
testament

of their
flow and
ebb

 

 

 

– B.D. Hildreth

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Brandon D. Hildreth is a poet, lyricist, painter, illustrator and family man. Always delving deeper into mind and spirit striving to conjure childhood wonder and magic from an increasingly wearisome world. His new book ‘The Tower & the Star’ is available at www.bdhildreth.com