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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