The Mothership

She appeared slowly and quietly

Boldly plighted

At peace even on the ocean of life’s uncertainty

Waves washing

Tides toppling

She kept sailing

Headed to an unsolicited private island

Guided by her internal compass

Instilled by her eternal captain

Skies grew dark, stormed with gray clouds, as thunder and lightning began to strike her

Crew members scurried to her rescue

Tackling tasks to shield the ship

Attempting to toss the anchor overboard

In hopes to recover

To slow time and avoid upcoming dangers

Some tossing themselves into the oceans abyss with the load

She kept sailing

It was then the weeping of the crew members began

Pleading with the captain to redirect the ship

To restore the ship from its own destruction

Nonetheless into the black storm she kept toward steadfastly

All while internal disruption occurred

The poor ship never lost its beauty

The devastation grew darker and horrific

To the point of no return

The ship started to deteriorate

It’s rotted parts taken apart in attempt to save it

The sail of the mothership grew slower and slower

The crew members were confused and heartbroken

Scrambling to turn the ship around

All hands on deck

All pulling to the left

Praying for the bow to shift

But the old ship had nothing else to give

And to rest it went

Poet’s Perspective: This poem is about a family member I considered a mother-figure. The passing of this loved one has forever changed me. I compare her beauty, strength, and strongwill to a ship. She carried many titles, many families, and many characteristics that will be cherished forever. I miss and love you. Rest easy.