Water LiliesA Poem by steppenwolfA see-saw poem about water liliesBy Steppenwolf
A stroll through the Brooklyn Museum with my son Son is grown up now but still spends a Saturday
with his mother Mother is bursting and whirling with joy reeling
with pride Pride because her son wants to be with her Her eyes see the newborn’s eyes framed by the beard Beard is a frame for his beautiful soul Soul is stretched to the limit because he has
suffered Suffered along with the people he has saved. Saved for last is the Botanical Gardens. Gardens juicy with tropical trees Trees, through the magic doorway, then we see water
lilies, floating Floating, meditating, on water clean and serene Serene because plant scum has been raked off the
pool Pool in my soul erupts in a tidal wave Wave goodbye to all the misery, worry, and pain Pain hurts so good/bad that I sink down on a bench Bench has enough room for him and for me Me, my head on his shoulder, sobbing in waves Waves that carry me back when we never knew Knew not if he would emerge dead or alive… Alive are the water lilies, silent, breathing Breathing into infinity while we continue our
stroll. © 2016 steppenwolfReviews
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