Floating in love and anticipation
that someday the gigantic cocoon i was in
would break free
and the soothing voice
murmuring from the heavens above
would teach me such things as
how to tie my shoes,
how to write a thank-you letter,
and how to hold a grieving person's hand.
She would show me
how to make "Better Than Sex" cake,
how to roll sock balls,
and how to make my own reservations.
She would know
how to braid my hair,
how to praise my successes,
and how to cushion my failures.
From inside my ocean,
i was certain
that she couldn't help but stay with me
Because her voice was all around me
And it was all i knew of safety,
Today--and on fortunate days--
i get to see her face.
But inside, above, below and all around me
i always can hear
This poem was written for Poet's United prompt #14 of "Water" and Sunday Scribblings prompt #230 of "Faith"