by The Cowl Editor on April 11, 2019
Poetry
by Grace O’Connor ’22
The blue water shimmering in the early morning sunlight
My mother’s soft hand in mine
The orange morning sun so bright
Its warmness sinking into my skin making it shine
My small feet sink into the sand as I look at the ocean in front of me
The sun is covered by the moving clouds and the cold creeps into my skin
I looked for my mother’s hand
It’s not there, I suddenly don’t feel so secure
I’m all alone, I feel vacant
The future unknown, full of fear, my happiness suddenly taken
