High white watery billows
sail across the shining blue
casting shadows on my mother.
Brenda, I love “high white watery billows” for clouds. I think any sense of mother works.
Lovely use of words.
I thought you meant your own mother as well. Makes it doubly interesting.
So unexpected – your last line!
Viv, I meant my mother Earth… I wonder if you took it as my mom, Karen. ha! Does that make a difference? It’s always so interesting to know what the reader brings to a piece.
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