• curiouslychristina 10w

    A child reflects the mother, not as a mirror reflects the sun, but as the rippling waves of the ocean. 

    Her light reflects on cresting rims of crushed crystal. 

    The invisible pull of the tide urges waves and causes their sway, 

    Beyond the sun's grasp, unpredictable sparks of light in ever-changing directions. 

    Still she shines. 

    Each evening she lays her shadow blanket over the Earth; safe and soft, 

    A warm and welcome rest.