Mother of God

If I were
the wished-for child
I would float
instead of rebelling
bitter waves
buoyed by regret and salty tears
out to sea again

A small rumination on the origin of my name for Bjorn’s prompt to the Real Toads. This is #19 of 30 in April; now I’m a day behind, having had a wonderful family day yesterday at Mystic Aquarium. Gotta catch up, watch out for sea-life poetry!