I know it sounds dramatic
But to me it was traumatic
It happened when I was out of town
The wave went up when I went down
Nobody knew how deep I went
The water not deep, thought I was safe
Down, down, down I went
I thought it’d be fun to come up again
Up I went, gasping in the air
But only to come down deep again
Again caught in the wave above my head
Now thrashing about the frightful dread
Trying to stand but keep getting pushed again
Like someone holding, pulling, gripping on me
Now I’m screaming a silent scream
“Why is no one helping me? ”
All I wanted was my honey to save me
But he was 300 miles away
Through the water I could see my son
Not even 16, but he was all I had
He grabbed my hand and pulled me up
I coughed and gasped everyone stared at me
I then let out a chuckle
I didn’t want him to see
Just how scared his Mom could be
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem