My mother
is an ocean,
her words
fringed with foam,
her wisdom
lapping
at my feet.
She flows
when I flow.
We are drawn
together
into a pool of tides
which guides us
out to sea.
My mother
the ocean
has much to teach me
now that
she is one with
the water.
Throwing her fears
to the wind,
she catches
a wave
to greet me.