Mom And The Sea Wait For Me
The sand is usually cool before noon. You always loved to lie on the sand dunes and gaze at the sea. We would move our things as the tide got closer. There is a saying that time and the tide waits for no one. Sometimes I think they stay and wait for me. You and the sea.
The soft sand begins to feel like fire beneath our feet. We rush to leave before we burn to a crisp and get something to eat. I run like I have wings. I seem to be searching and close to finding something that I have forgotten to tell.
I swim and the sea never scares me. I know it well. It brings you back to shore. No matter how far out you might get. You just have to treat it with respect. It brings you not only to the shore but somewhere inside of your soul. The sea gives me back something that is invaluable. The sea gives me back my faith in God. My religion is deep within me still. I want to forgive and forget but it doesn't seem possible. After what I have been through it isn't even logical.
I feel young again and forget I am getting old. I look in the mirror and don't see any signs of age but I am reminded of it by each birthday that comes with time. Everyone must face themselves and acknowledge the rights of passage. We no longer go to sleep listening to nursery rhymes. The only thing that knows this seems to be the tide. It waits not for me or anyone who thinks that they can change the things that time will soon ravage.
As I get older I am finding it comforting to think that you will be waiting for me. You and the sea are always there waiting for me. Seeing and feeling it's majesty; The sea makes me believe that this did not come from anything but the almighty. Only the sea makes me believe. That there are things we don't know about but are within our reach. That must be the reason that you always wanted to vacation by the beach.
Science goes out of the window.; When the moon glows on the water. Only using this light to read over your letters. I can't remember to forget. The night comes slowly at this time of the year. It's not dark yet but it's getting there. In reading the information I have; Only brings me closer and I miss you even more than before.
Rhymes remind me of her. Both are near and dear to me. They are in my thoughts; Most of the time. I see you often in my dreams. I sift the sand through my fingers and reach like a child for your hand. Time and tide make me feel your presence. You are looking down and are still making me feel safe and content. I am so happy to not be surrounded by only dry land. You and the sea always are waiting for me. Always you, the sea and the sand beneath my feet.
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