Victories On Sailing Ships

The massing cloud above’s a mirror of my heart,
weak & grey in sad news - my child’s going away;
heartache flows into headaches conspired in my
succumbing a blubbering mass of tears - feelings
overpower what reason I may’ve previously had

The Eternal Moment of Now ominously fills with
dark portent, how can motherhood end in despair
like this when legions of angels are going with her,
her safety’s assured, she’ll break hearts wherever
she takes her cheeky self, she’ll have fun among

Ship’s passengers clamouring for a photograph,
with pert replies to arrogant remarks, not allowing
a stranger to tread upon her pride or overwhelm
her self-assurance; filled with courage, eager to
apply her strong Aquarian people-reading skills

She knows Astrogenetics, analysing her friends,
choosing whom she can identify with & be close,
singing her way through fear and doubt, berating
me for bequeathing this singing habit though her
smile destroys its sting, her room a hoarding hell

Instilling fear into neat dad, seeing a fire hazard
therein, but she stands her ground threatening to
lock her room while she’s gone, at the end of his
tether, Scorpio demands she take her evil cat with
her; but she simply deposits her Kallie-Kieter-Cat

In his arms, sweetly reminding him HE taught her
cat aggression for protection, now cat’s an angry
threat to all - especially the Jack Russell he loves
so much - ah, well, we’ll miss Nici all the time, &
long for her company & excited remarks,

We’ll feed her cat and leave her room untouched
until she returns to charm us all with her tales of
victories on sailing ships…

[Background:

On Monday 25 January I heard my daughter had to be in
Mexico on 29 March for a new job and I was devastated
to think of my not having her lovely company.
The [REV] indicates that Ivan suggested improvements
as the first version was written under emotional stress &
had to be polished to make expression clearer. I wish to
thank him for the care he takes to read and reflect upon
my themes. ]