The Unpredictable Nature of the Sea

This was a poem I wrote for my mother on Christmas. It's very similar to the one I wrote about God, except the plot is a bit different, and the lighthouse symbolizes my mother instead of God. This is a poem that I think anyone can connect to, not just with their mother, but also a spouse or sibling.

The Unpredictable Nature of the Sea

It was a brisk spring morning.
The docks reeked of decaying crustacean.
And as we sailed off,
We were greeted by the lighthouse’s humble beam.
Past the rocky shoals of Haverhill she guided us.

When we departed from the safety of the harbor,
And entered the unpredictable waters of the ocean,
There she stood,
Standing firmly upon her island of rock and soil.
A symbol of hospitality to all who saw her.
Forever guiding sailors away from hostile shores.
With her tenacious, yet appeasing light.

By midday we had cast our nets.
The sky was a brilliant blue.
The sea had become motionless.
But by early evening,
The sky became think with clouds,
And the ocean woke from its restless slumber.
Yet still the lighthouse cast her welcoming light.
Unmoved by the turbulent waters that surrounded her.

As evening fell,
The ocean became enraged by our presence.
My crew had abandoned me.
Saving their selfish souls on our single life raft.
But still that lone beam shone brightly.
And even though her structure was now invisible,
Lost in the vacuum of fog and darkness,
Her solitary incandescent still guided me.
Filling me with a small sense of hope.

As night began to fade,
And the last of the stars disappeared.
My boat crashed upon the sandy coast.
The sea had once more fallen asleep.
And as I began my journey back to Haverhill,
She till remained.
Illuminating my path back home.
For that light has been lit all my life,
Serving as an eternal lamp,
In a seemingly dark and foggy room.