Waves Of Remembrance Poem by Ronni ManoaHofbauer

Vast and blue, the ocean calls,
A siren song that gently falls.
But in its depths, a memory lies,
Of infant fears and muffled cries.

The waves that lapped at tiny feet,
Now whisper tales I can't delete.
A trauma etched in deepest mind,
Leaving visible fear behind.

Great ships loom, like towering palms,
Their shadows stir my deep alarms.
In fragile craft, I feel so small,
Remembering when I couldn't crawl.

Yet still, the sea holds beauty true,
In shades of green and endless blue.
I watch from shore with wary eyes,
Respecting both its lows and highs.

This fear, a part of who I am,
A childhood script, an inner qualm.
But every day I face the tide,
Acknowledging both fear and pride.

For in this dance of love and dread,
I've learned to face what lies ahead.
The ocean, teacher, foe, and friend,
A relationship that knows no end