Mother

With a view of English Bay

Gentle, Serene

The wind lay cross my face

A blue blanket of beauty, rippling

With that serenity, gentleness

The whispers of wind

Merchant ships, scattered

in the backdrop, unmoving

with time.

The end of earth, how calming

it can be,

Gentle, Serene

Birds delving, bathing

Mountainous mysteries, lay framed

Oh, how mother can be,

Stoic and stern, yet

Gentle, Serene