Dear Jessica Brennan,
A poem .
Love,
Mum xo
Deep Runs the River
My face is still,
And what you see,
Is a quiet presence,
So low key.
But deep runs a river,
For you to consider,
Deep runs the river in me.
Cool like the wind,
But never a storm.
Stable, responsible,
Softly adorned.
But deep runs a river,
A force that is bigger,
Deep runs the river in me.
Like butter won’t melt,
Not rattled or worn.
Sharp and quick,
Rarely forlorn.
But deep runs a river,
And now rushes quicker.
Deep runs the river in me.
The mask that I wear,
Keeps us all safe,
Keeps us all sane,
At the right pace.
But deep runs a river,
A fiery elixir.
Deep runs the river in me.
The climate’s now changing.
The ground’s cracked in two.
There’s a quake and a flood,
For both me and you.
Because deep runs a river.
Yes; that was a shiver.
Deep runs the river in me.
