The Mast

The Mast

I watch you play and

remember the days 

when you clung to my hip

me the mast of the ship

you the sail, pulled tight

wrapped around me, day and night.

And I felt weighed down

if I moved away, you’d frown.

If I had a break, you’d cry

so I succumbed to the tie.

It was hard to keep in mind

that in a matter of time,

you’d be floating away, free

no longer tied so tight to me.

You can listen to me reading it here.