Ocean Cruise Liner

My Mother, the Ocean Cruise Liner

By Kate Chamberlin

In her prime, my Mother was like a ocean cruise liner, strong as a Gail and as sturdy as the little tug that guided her into harbor.

My brother and I were like little boats following behind her, safe within the  wake she forged for us. She smiled as we grew and began to test our mettle by surging up the froth on each side of her wake.

Occasionally, one of us would slip over into the cresting ocean, but return to  her safe wake before we keeled over.

In time her little ships became strong and bold enough to sail out into the ocean  swells. Side by side, we sailed many happy nautical miles, at ever increasing knots.

She relished watching our own little boats frolic in our protective wakes and even come into her  wake from time to time.

Her  fittings stiffened with rust. Her joints crusted over with old salt. her engine began to sputter.

Now, our tow-lines keep our cherished mother close to us as we go full-sail ahead toward the horizon

before her sun sets.

©May,2014 by Kate Chamberlin

My Mother, the Ocean Cruise Liner

By Kate Chamberlin

In her prime, my Mother was like a ocean cruise liner, strong as a Gail and as sturdy as the little tug that guided her into harbor.

My brother and I were like little boats following behind her, safe within the  wake she forged for us. She smiled as we grew and began to test our mettle by surging up the froth on each side of her wake.

Occasionally, one of us would slip over into the cresting ocean, but return to  her safe wake before we keeled over.

In time her little ships became strong and bold enough to sail out into the ocean  swells. Side by side, we sailed many happy nautical miles, at ever increasing knots.

She relished watching our own little boats frolic in our protective wakes and even come into her  wake from time to time.

Her  fittings stiffened with rust. Her joints crusted over with old salt. her engine began to sputter.

Now, our tow-lines keep our cherished mother close to us as we go full-sail ahead toward the horizon

before her sun sets.

My Mother, the Ocean Cruise Liner

By Kate Chamberlin

In her prime, my Mother was like a ocean cruise liner, strong as a Gail and as sturdy as the little tug that guided her into harbor.

My brother and I were like little boats following behind her, safe within the  wake she forged for us. She smiled as we grew and began to test our mettle by surging up the froth on each side of her wake.

Occasionally, one of us would slip over into the cresting ocean, but return to  her safe wake before we keeled over.

In time her little ships became strong and bold enough to sail out into the ocean  swells. Side by side, we sailed many happy nautical miles, at ever increasing knots.

She relished watching our own little boats frolic in our protective wakes and even come into her  wake from time to time.

Her  fittings stiffened with rust. Her joints crusted over with old salt. her engine began to sputter.

Now, our tow-lines keep our cherished mother close to us as we go full-sail ahead toward the horizon

before her sun sets.

©May,2014 by Kate Chamberlin

©May,2014 by Kate Chamberlin

My Mother, the Ocean Cruise Liner

By Kate Chamberlin

In her prime, my Mother was like a ocean cruise liner, strong as a Gail and as sturdy as the little tug that guided her into harbor.

My brother and I were like little boats following behind her, safe within the  wake she forged for us. She smiled as we grew and began to test our mettle by surging up the froth on each side of her wake.

Occasionally, one of us would slip over into the cresting ocean, but return to  her safe wake before we keeled over.

In time her little ships became strong and bold enough to sail out into the ocean  swells. Side by side, we sailed many happy nautical miles, at ever increasing knots.

She relished watching our own little boats frolic in our protective wakes and even come into her  wake from time to time.

Her  fittings stiffened with rust. Her joints crusted over with old salt. her engine began to sputter.

Now, our tow-lines keep our cherished mother close to us as we go full-sail ahead toward the horizon

before her sun sets.

©May,2014 by Kate Chamberlin

My Mother, the Ocean Cruise Liner

By Kate Chamberlin

In her prime, my Mother was like a ocean cruise liner, strong as a Gail and as sturdy as the little tug that guided her into harbor.

My brother and I were like little boats following behind her, safe within the  wake she forged for us. She smiled as we grew and began to test our mettle by surging up the froth on each side of her wake.

Occasionally, one of us would slip over into the cresting ocean, but return to  her safe wake before we keeled over.

In time her little ships became strong and bold enough to sail out into the ocean  swells. Side by side, we sailed many happy nautical miles, at ever increasing knots.

She relished watching our own little boats frolic in our protective wakes and even come into her  wake from time to time.

Her  fittings stiffened with rust. Her joints crusted over with old salt. her engine began to sputter.

Now, our tow-lines keep our cherished mother close to us as we go full-sail ahead toward the horizon

before her sun sets.

©May,2014 by Kate Chamberlin