Another Beach

We were on the beach again

you and I

I saw you, but only out of the corner

of my eye. When I tried to look you

weren’t there. Not gone, just

not there.

*

It’s not only on Mother’s Day, it’s when I see mothers

with their kids, brothers

with brothers, sisters

with brothers; my own kids, together. My nieces and nephews.

Thanksgiving and beach vacations and picnics and Tuesdays. It’s

a commercial and it’s

a song. It’s a show you would have liked.

It’s a sceintific article and a law passed and a pandemic you’d

have found fascinating. It’s being too often quiet

with my own thoughts. It’s this time of year.

**

The beach was empty, but for we two,

the blue sky noisy with gulls and the sea rushing, and you

vanishing somewhere between.

Peekaboo. I see you. Like when you

were little, your naughty grin full of snips and snails and

puppy-dog tails; your blue eyes more like violets

than the sky.

 

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9 responses to “Another Beach

  1. Lynne

    ❤️❤️❤️

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  2. Elizabeth Young

    💜 ❤️ 💜 ❤️happy bittersweet day, mama.

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  3. I was not prepared for how hard today would be. My heart is with you.

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  4. Beautifully said and touched my heart, as always. ❤

    Liked by 1 person

  5. My heart breaks with every one of these, but in a good way. Not the usual way my heart is breaking. Thank you.

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  6. Janis

    Beautiful

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