i can describe blue to you,
not one that has fallen
from a lover's eyes,
lost in shadows
with corners of tears
this blue has edges,
crisp with silver lights,
ripples of gold
the stars
a calm countenance,
of lips tinged with taste of salt,
blown in with a southern tip,
squids and whales, under the wind
it holds the albatross
and a dancing crane
i watch
so still from breakwater rocks
wanting to be the billowed sail,
white trimaran
lazily moving into a falling sun
just so i could remember home
how the vastness of water
touches both of us,
so i closed my eyes
allowed the blue to drown me
softly say a prayer
for the restoration of you and me
the last swallow sang our song
of old places and worn faces
before flying into goodbye
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C
it would have been perfect, had I the guts to throw my whiney child in the ocean, along with her Ellie the elephant. I sit here now, after the kids have gone to sleep, and think it couldn't have been better. Someday we'll look back on my child having her fit for the whole hour that she had it, and laugh...lol
But you know, there is more poetry in tantrums too lol it's just I thought I'd leave that one up to you as Mom 
lol and I am sure the elephant and Mandy the dog and Meg the dog might make guest appearances lol 
