‘Waves’
Blue water,
Blue water.
Someday, if I have a daughter...
I’d name her after my mother, Marie.
She’d carry the waves of the sea...to the shore.
After all,
That’s what waves are for.
And those waves might even carry her back to me.
Every day,
My daughter would grow...curious.
I’d teach her how to read what I write,
Maybe this would even be her favorite poem…
We’d hold hands in the park and build a fire just before dark.
Blue water,
Blue water.
Someday,
You might see my daughter.
She’d inspire me to be the higher me.
We’d dance along,
And even have a favorite song.
My daughter would grow up,
And I would be standing there…
Waving from the shore,
With my mother, Marie.
That’s what waves are for…
True reflection.
The waves will always be.
Clouds slow down.
Where are you headed?
Embedded in my dreams…is love.
J.T. CONDE 