Blank Canvas of white before me looms bare
As into the distance of mind I stare
My brush takes on colour as mountains arise
As storm clouds of grey sweep across the blue skies.
Soon two figures, then three are penned in
And before I know it emerge a family of Penguins
Cuddling up close, just as proud as can be
As Mother returns safe, from her fishing in the Sea
Dad was so proud as he looked after Son
In a winter so harsh as the world blocked the Sun
Resilient and steadfast his back to the storm
The colony of Emperors, protecting new-borns
Nature is Miraculous as the odds against you stack
As you shuffle on heels, taking turns at the back
Of circles so dense, they huddle to keep warm
Awaiting the time that their mates may return
From deep in the ocean, weeks turn into months
Braving all predators, Mothers come back looking plump
Baring their catch, they walk and they slide
It’s a miracle really, they find their mates left behind.
What joy in their cries from a distance so far
Reuniting in love as daylight replaces stars
A family together before they must part
When Dad takes his leave for his fishing must start
And so is the cycle in the struggle to survive
The Penguin stands tall in his efforts to thrive
So when you think your own life maybe rough
Just think of the Penguin, for their Life is Tough.
© Sue Dreamwalker-2017
The above art is part of a present for my sisters birthday soon.. She has overcome many obstacles in her Life and she also collects little Penguins.. I was not surprised to learn the meaning Penguins hold as a totem, given that she has overcome, cancer, and many other things during her lifetime. I am so proud of her and the inspiration she has given me.. She always calls me her ‘Mother’ for as children I would often find myself in that role.. For me she is the best possible sister anyone could have..
And its ok as she doesn’t read my posts.. So the surprise will still be in place.
“The period of darkness that you’ve been experiencing is now ending. There is light at the end of this tunnel!”