Ode to Caring for a Chronically Ill Child ~ for Paige

Sometimes I feel like the oceanMy waves fighting againsta relentless shore that refusesto yield to my determinationHigh tide follows low in an endlesscycle of loss and gain and loss againand you float upon the water, mo ghraa tiny currach, without oars,at the mercy of wind and waveand the remorseless pull of landblissfully unaware, you rest, heldup on the surface of my concernWhat you are not able to feel, I will feel for you, mo ghra,the heat of day, the cold of night,the pain of injury and illnessyour heartbeat, irregular asmy waves breaking on the shoreI will feel them all for youAs I feel each pounding waveDo not fear the drag of land, mo ghra,I will keep you from the jagged rocksMy surging sea will keep you safeMy waves will cradle you gentlyAnd I will sing to you of stars and loveand if I cannot save you from the shorethen I will hold you all the way in