She came to me
Through misty vision
Lest I slip into forgetting
And told me “You are the big wave,
And I the little wave.
You’ve taught me how to sail.”
And then she wrapped me up
Within her arms as one more reminder
That she loves me.
And that was sacred, blessed.
I thought that, perhaps,
She could not forgive me,
That she could not love me.
But I see that perhaps she does
Even to spite, or because
Of the thing I am.
Thank you, Father,
And please don’t let me forget!
