A BEGINNING- A MIDDLE- AN END

Every thing was too deep,

'Swishn-Swashin'  by  Trish  9/6/12

just way above our heads.

So instead of treading water,

We hid beneath our beds.

The seasons came and went,

but, made not even one dent,

as we slept away the nights,

with not even one little bite,

of food to nourish our body,

or  heads, now gone soft and noddy.

From too much sleep and dreams,

which were scary, and full of screams.

So here we are again, still all at sea,

My parents, brothers, their sister, especially me.

But help is close at hand, just round the bend,

Yes, helps on its way, my story, will have an end!

Tushie   9/6/12