My Beacon
Memories old of carefree days
Aimless paths I took behind your gaze
Raging fire of youth made me break free
Intrusion and advise had me in a wrecking spree
Yet you stayed by me, when I lay beaten
As a ship in search of a beacon
Mom, I am blessed, for there you were, arms open.
© (2 April '15)
*Placed 2nd in the contest 'Acrostics on Mothers Day' by Tammy Reams on 13 April 2015.
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