Surges of crystal waves roll upon the shore
A wondrous sight that cannot be ignored
Life up here is quaint and peaceful
But appearances can be deceitful
Reeling me in like a magic trick
Only to pull me under lightning quick
Anchors tugging me down below
Darkness engulfing me nice and slow
Trapped undersea silently drowning
No one would hear if I tried shouting
Pain ricocheted from loss? Grief?
The bond severed; my trust stolen like a thief
These rugged scars placed on my heart
Retaliated by slowly tearing me apart
Accepting the end of motherly love
Willing the cold depths to take me, praying to God above
– A.Stuebbe