By: Alex
There's a story of a mother
Wrapped Around her other
Sinking down through a sea
Somehow lost but somehow free
Using herself as weight
A watery grave is their fate
The child struggles for some air
But she forever keeps him there
Looking up, blue eyes in blue water
She saw faintly He, who sought her
Now that his lungs held no breath
Her child lay limp in his death
And suddenly she lay on the sea floor
Her life being lived no more
Her white dress waving lightly
Eyes blindly taking every sight in
Her child laying on her chest
His head upon her humble breast
In her embrace he lay
Forever to lay that way
