The Sea
It was a Sunday afternoon,
My mother and I were listening to some tones,
I remember my feet in the cold beachy sand,
Mommy why are you here?
We are her to see the sea,
Then my mother stopped in her traces,
Her rip was strong,
I could even feel my own hand,
Her face was scared,
Her voice said run,
Then i saw the wave,
I began to run as fast as i could,
She said that she loved me,
And she would see my someday soon,
She called a man,
She told him to get me out of here,
I remember her said goodbye and love you,
The man ran as fast a man could,
He was crying in the car going down the road,
He would tell me why,
He looked at me and said sorry for you lost,
Now i am 14 years old and I final know why that man said sorry for your lost,
Now it is Sunday afternoon,
And I'm down to the sea listening to some tones,
Mommy I am coming to find you.
that was very nice poem i enjoyed it