Am I an obligation or is he carrying me across the frothy sea?
Is that why I never see extra feet beneath me?
And my step it feels more steady?
And the cold, it feels less brisky
Thank you for carrying me calmly
Through my storms and through the heavy
© Delia Ross. 2019
Are you really there? Why do I feel you are?
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