I must brave
A lake of ice
And tiptoe to her
One slip will
Merely wet my toes
And yet
The crack it sends
Is sure to send
Her to its icy
depths
Her panicked eyes-
Their blue
Mirrors mine
Sinking, freezing
Her screaming
Is a sigh
Slipping,
scrambling
I pull
She’s rambling
How I am so
strong—
Oh Mama the apple
Does not fall so
far
from the tree
I wish I had yet
To fall from
Her branches
So it would still
be
Her
Protecting me
The prodigal
daughter
Can only hold
Her head above
water
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