People come and people go,

As they must,

And sometimes only a mother’s love 

Can bare this,

To exist in the flow of life

And resist the urge to try and control it.

I am a flag pole by the lighthouse,

Unnoticed,

Especially by those who only seek the light.

Travelers weary, traveling at night,

Need a bright sign.

But in the morning,

Some may see

Me standing on the rocks against the pale sunrise.

I beckon in the most loving way I can,

And tender.

My upheld hands await to welcome. 

My gown of white

Blows in the gusty coastal winds,

The white flag of surrender.

Come to me,

All you, who are weary, and heavy laden,

And I will give thee rest.

-jenn