A Mother's Presence


Thump, thump, thump

What began as a soft melody like the honey caressing the tongue before swallowed whole

The winds clash to dishevel her

Disoriented, and whispers heard bouncing off the wall

Hitting her like the waves,

Beating upon her chest

Fighting for the tranquility it surely can obtain to


Thump, thump, thump

Moving whichever way it pulls her, directing her where to go

When, where, and how

Green, yellow, red

Left, right, forward


Thump, thump, thump

The gates widen, without any precautionary tale.

Emptiness fills the crevices

The weary splash and chase of the tidal waves upon the shore is distant

The dreadfully sweet noise fades


Emptiness fills the crevices.


Thump, thump, thump

The sun rises, splashes of color plaster all over:

Red, blue, yellow

Rain begins to pour ever so softly, burning across her cheeks

The familiar sound, though still rigid

Sings wistfully, barely noticeable


Thump, thump, thump

Fading into tranquility, the waves stay flat as the ground beneath my feet

She holds firm,

The waves nurture like once before like the months from July to March

As she presses her ear against the body of water

Awaiting the familiar sound


Thump, thump, thump



Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

Powerful expression. Always let poetry fill your life. Keep expressing your heart.  

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