From my bed by the window
in the lighthouse guest room
I could hear them –
waves maternally caressing
the shore of Chesapeake Bay.
Calming, rhythmically pulsing
like a heartbeat remembered –
womb sounds.
And I sleep like a baby.
20 Thursday Nov 2014
Posted Creative Writing, Journaling, Poetry, Reflections, Uncategorized
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From my bed by the window
in the lighthouse guest room
I could hear them –
waves maternally caressing
the shore of Chesapeake Bay.
Calming, rhythmically pulsing
like a heartbeat remembered –
womb sounds.
And I sleep like a baby.
I love this!!
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Gee, thanks. Just sent you a note. Hugs!
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