Mother dear
I know it’s age
that runs away on riverbeds
your patterned swimsuit
on my mind
I was so small and you so tall
now I have grown into the sky
left you there on shifting sand
pebbles roll beneath your feet
and waters lick around your calves
Why does the tide not stay away?
Why do you have to drift along?
I cannot swim to rescue you
out of a lifetime’s ocean
Each creek does find the sea it needs
I learned this from the tales you’ve told
and yet how could I not foresee
that drops and people flow the same?
I’m just allowed to let you float
and send some lonely tears with you
One day my creek will follow yours
and find the ocean that you know
Eva van Beek 
thanks for liking my poem “roses in my hand “. I feel blessed. Hope to read more from you.
Thank you so much for reading this post, it is dear to my heart. Will look out for more on your blog too.
Each creek does find the sea it needs
I learned this from the tales you’ve told
and yet how could I not foresee
that drops and people flow the same?
there is a simultaneous comfort and unsettling feeling that despite how old we get,
we will always be the children of our parents. how easily we can return to being those
young children again, a very moving poem, written so delicately Eva, ty for sharing this.
Thank you so much! Yes especially when you realize they will not be here forever you realizehow much of a child you really still are…you want them to be around forever – so you can run to them if everything else goes wrong…
Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
SHE WILL FIND THE OCEAN….
Thank you Jonathan for reblogging 🙂
A feeling of loss is beautifully represented in your words. I liked the ending where you tells that your creek will follow the same path to meet the ocean she is already acquainted with.
Lovely creation! 🙂
thank you so much…yes I do not know what really awaits us at the end of our journey, but the hope that loved-ones never are really lost is always there 🙂
That is a sweet thought. 🙂
So heart touching and pure…
I wish I could feel the same, at least for a moment…
It’s harder and harder to grow older, just to feel my own inner void matching the one already there…
thank you so much for your comment. For me the journey is a bit opposite. I get more emotional the older I get 🙂
Beautiful.
Thank you so much Shweta!!
Poignant
Grief
Loss
Belief
yes, absolutely true! Thank you!
Moving.
Thank you 🙂