She moves through life
like fish swimming in the water.
Not the tiny ones snapping to and fro.
Her movements are reminiscent of the Universe.
Its the great white
gliding
majestically.

Unmindful of the pettier ones;
the currrent of her passing
bullying them a bit.

Shepherding, scolding
Soothing, stimulating
A go between, a procurer.

And when the kids have grown and gone
she will glide slower and slower,
her great big heart
flooding the shores
with salty tears.