Safety
By
Ian R.

Alone I sit, staring off into nothingness
thinking about life, and how I am powerless

Memories from my past keep swirling in my mind
revealing times have been bad, and some that have been kind

Longing to revisit my childhood, a tear drips down my cheek
visions of my brush with death, in that dark and cold creek

Feeling powerless to stop it, I wonder if it was meant to be
a hand from above breaks the surface and sets me free

The smiling face of my mother tells me everything is going to be alright
safely warm in a towel, I know she tells the true, letting me rest easy that night

Years go by and seasons change, but I will always remember
That the love for child is eternal, from January to December