The Sand Hill Review               http://www.sandhillreview.org 2009

 A House of Light
 
 Mother stands tall
An immovable sentry against a mighty sea
 "Not on my watch," she seems to say.
 
With steady, sure signals, she breathes light
In and out of darkness.
 
The black, impulsive sea—always in mother's face
Sprays salt into her eyes
And over her starched, white skirt.
 
She stands proud, endlessly waving
To the cold and cryptic waves.
 
The light she throws out is a knotless net
To catch a sailor's watchful eye.
 
Unwavering, a beacon of trust
A house of light. Mother.
 

Ollie Mae Trost Welch