She is the captain of a sturdy ship;
her journey is a life long trip
sailing through eternity,
under yellow skies on a purple sea.

The yellow skies reveal her ardor
searching for inlet, or harbor
where she can safely drop an anchor
without hostility or rancor.

She can stay forever, or a day
if on a whim she sails away
to search again for distant places
where each new adventure she embraces.

Sometimes storms impede her course;
fill her journey with remorse.
Thunder sounds a deaf’ning roar;
obscures her vision of the shore.

Lightning bolts around her flash
as if to call the captain brash
for thinking that she has control
over purple ocean’s vitriol.

If ever she regrets her plight
when yellow skies turn dark at night
and midnight storms result in loss,
she rights the ship and bears the cross.

She waits for morning dawn to break
sun through last night’s rain will make
a rainbow reaching far away.
Certainly it will show the way
to steer her sailboat that day.

She’s the captain on a tempestuous sea.
Each day starts optimistically
her life filled with hope and dignity
the epitome of buoyancy.