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When the Sun Can Burn
by Genevieve Sturrockwaves gently roll to the shore
excited giggles escape
two blonde heads
as they bob gently
with the ebb and flow
mom prowls the edge of the surf
proprietory and cautious
standing within arms length
ready to catch them up
should they start
to float away
she watches the sun
as it marches across
the summer sky
seeing her kids
bask in its warmth
and she shivers
as she rubs the scars
across her shoulders
drawn back to when
she was a child
and noone cared enough
to protect her from
the fire of the sun
08/23/2007 Author's Note: TAG.
Posted on 08/24/2007
Copyright © 2024 Genevieve Sturrock
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 08/24/07 at 02:13 AM OH! This was very moving. I think you might've tagged me with "the fire of the sun"... wonder where my muse will take it... |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 08/24/07 at 02:30 PM I love the movement of waves and children's heads here, and how you build slowly to the contrasting childhoods, you as the bridge to an unscarred future for your kids. |
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