LITTLE TUG BOATS

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I sat on a redwood dock
in the town of Crescent City.
My mom had recently died~
My heart was full of pity~

South Carolina is my home
but I needed to flee.
Under cold and starry skies
tugboats pulled big ships out to sea.

I felt like the little boats.
I've struggled to do my best~
As big ships gathered speed,
the tugboats returned to rest.

Eyes focused to see the redwoods.
~~only God could create~~
~~No one can deny the miracle~~
~~the redwoods that He made~~

~~The great Pacific Ocean~~
~~miles from my eastern shore~~
~~Mom has crossed her ocean~~
~~She rests, now, forever more.