Unveiling Inner Beauty

I sit on my favorite bench, 

Looking at the waves, 

And the trees, the floating plants,

Being brushed by the wind.

Floating gently on the surface,

A mama duck approaches 

With seven little ones 

Floating very close to her feathered body. 

I smile in awe.

For I see her in me

For I see parts of myself in the babies. 

I do the same, mama,

I call to me all my past little ones

And hold contact space with them.

They need love 

And I am the vessel of it. 

I wrote this on a summer day on the coastline while in Utö, Sweden, 2023 🦆