I wear a piece of beach glass
found on the beach
I put a hole in it
and some leather strings
Shells
I hold one of them in my hand
How many years since I've been to the beach
Maybe 4 or 5?
Jim and I yearned for the beach
We did not go
instead we stayed home
home became a refuge
a place
that we found each other
loving the simple things
The day I arrived at the wedding
Sharon and I found the room
the beach was visible
I opened the sliding door to
hear the ocean
There is something stirring about the ocean
there is peace in the sound of the ocean
The wedding weekend ends
Beach walks in my head
next to the ocean of promise
(How kind the kids were for their guests
How very kind.)
Anita Schiffman Holzberg
Mother of the Bride
Wednesday, 7 September 2011
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