Comfort of the sea

Jewels washed on the shore

Always call me back to look for more

Pink, jade, golden and bright

Somehow comfort and make me feel all will be alright

The waves that gently lap onto the sand

seem to calm me like my mothers caress from her soft loving hand

Tides are constant they go out only to come back in

yet this routine is also no prison

the sea just washes, cleanses and leaves little jewels behind

for someone if they choose to find......

and like that I hope that I will be never far from my child's mind

as my love for him will always be constant

which I hope will make him happy, strong and resilient

then he too will love and have comfort

because he will have grown to be a constant

the way Anders and I are for him and each other