I sit high in the tree above the water. Watching. Bapa sits in his little green boat rocking gently in the water. The sight is a familiar one for me. I have been watching Bapa fish and gather since I could climb the tree. I close my eyes and listen. Bapa's voice floats through the warm sticky air and up to my perch in the tree. His voice is deep, warm, and smooth just like the water. when he is in his boat, I don't worry about him. Mama died when I was born and most of the time it seems like Mama's death took the life right out of Bapa. But in his boat, he sings again. I sit in my tree and listen to Bapa's song wash away my worries.


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Jumper almost 12 years ago

right back 'atcha ;) very simple, and sweet. I liked it (Y)

Jayden Nicole (joined over 12 years ago)

I have a passion for art and an overactive imagination.

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