…and she was…

Like a pebble on a shore of discovery

Longing for purchase

Seeking the pick of a child

A mortal needing nurturing

Knowing that humankind fails often

And so…

The pebble

Like the lady becoming

Strode to find solace

Peace

 Love

Mutual devotion

The little boy found her

Pocketed the pebble

Viewed it often

Bringing it to the sunlight

Watched it glitter

Then beneath clouds

Not of her making

Dim

But only temporarily

Such became

The partnership of journey

Carrying pebble’s two mortal to simple landmarks

Where other shores beckoned

Further pocketing of pebbles longing

Together…

Pebbles taught them

Nature

Man

Animal

All needing protective pocketing

With the magic of a pebble longing

“and she was” beginning

Knowing not any ending

Such is the sea of never-ending shoreline landings

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