A while back I wrote a poem that spoke of the things we sometimes forget out parents do for us. I won’t say everything is rosy and there will be arguments and disagreements. Sometimes, quite often actually, winning means far less than agreeing to disagree. What matters is behind the differences there’s love. I did not always agree with my mother but I always loved her. The Journey is the poem she inspired.
THE JOURNEY
Life takes us on a journey
The rudder held in our hands, is broken by the threads of life
Neither wind nor rain directs us to where we want to go
It is the current
The flow of time drives us to shores we did not plan to visit
Pushing us beyond where we had hoped to land
The shore, the one we try to reach, is often just beyond our grasp
But we are not castaways
Our mother’s love, like wind, steers us away from many of the dangers we didn’t see
Our father’s strength protects us from the rocky bottom as it reaches up from the depths to pull
us beneath the icy surfaces of time and disappointment
In the calm, the journey, its many dangers is forgotten and yet
Now as my boat begins to see its moorings
I once again see the love guiding my ship
The force of the rain, washing away many of the pains I faced
The strength of the wind blowing me to a safer shore
And I hold those I love once more.
Debra Zannelli
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