On the Shore of the Sea

Standing on the shore of the sea
while seagulls feed from my fingers,
watching the waves lapping, lazy-like.

The smells on the breeze are heady
like the thoughts in my young mind,
so much time left to enjoy this life.

The water rolls back pulling at my ankles,
the sand being sucked off of the beach
uncovering colorful shells, toes...bones.

The sands of time recede like my hair,
like my gums, my skin looking more
blotched and mottled by the day.

Searching for shells, patterned, pretty,
something to fill the pockets of my soul
to leave an echo of love to my children.


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