The Molly B was on the move.
That great steel hulk cut every wave.
In the mighty seas, a sharp clean groove.
The Molly B was on the move.

The Molly B had found her target.
The seas signaled with a mighty roar.
Fish within her path departed.
The Molly B had found her target.

In her black shadow, she made me cower.
"Don't let the Molly B sight me."
I stared in wonder at this gigantic tower?
Then found the strength of my own power.

"Out of my way, Molly B," I cried.
"I'm a small ship, not your target."
I raised my sails up to the sky
And across the seas let my ship fly.

This poem came about at a Alanon meeting when someone was describing their alcoholic family member, what inanimate object they would transform the person into, and the result.
My sponsor scolded me when he thought I was writing down when the person was saying rather than preparing for my own time. When he saw what I wrote he laughed that I had written a poem during the meeting. I didn’t know I had done that. Later it became my second publish work.

Here is my analysis:
Molly Bee is a battle ship out at sea seeking a target but she is also my mother in an angry state of mind. My mother is a powerful woman in her community and the Molly Be is a great steel hulk.

Both as a ship and as a person she needs a target to place that anger and spies me sailing out at sea or out to find some mischief.

I cower at her sight and pray she won’t discover me.

In the end through encouraging friends and programs like AA and Alanon I find the strength to be myself and take pride in my own growth.