The old woman and the sea
I was three When we first met
Today, you are as special to me as you were then
While holding my mothers hand walking your shores
I searched for sand dollars and found sea glass
My children first met you before they would walk.
I got my first kiss
With you caressing my feet.
I baptized my grandchildren with your warm summer waves.
I stand in my walker gazing out to you
Seeing memories of times we shared
I am again the young mother sitting on the sand
Nursing her child in the midnight blackness
The waves sing my child to sleep when I could not.
The sweet memory of my first kiss fills my heart
The oxygen tank fills my lungs
You nourish my spirit
And will be with me after I pass
Dedicated to and in honor of RMS
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