Light House
- Surviving Breast Cancer
- May 30, 2023
- 1 min read
By Michelle LaFlamme
I was once a beacon
Shining bright both day and night
My knowledge of the shore was once revered
Appreciated, and
Dare I mention feared
I was strong and determined
Against the jagged slippery rocks
And frothing capsizing sea
Then they closed the port
GPS and computers I think
I became redundant
Obsolete.
My light was retired
lenses cracked caked with salt
No longer valued
except by you
My children at sea
I became a night light
Reminding you of my love
When my light burns out
No one will remember
To change the bulb
Will they care?
Probably not
All that I was
Will be forgotten
Except by you
My children at sea
The lighthouse is abandoned
Sold at auction,
Pennies from heaven
Searching for a new keeper
Will they be as bright as me?
Probably not.
You will remember
My shining light
My children at sea
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