On the Seashore in Maine


On the Seashore in Maine

My child has played here before.
She comes alive and thanks me
When I bring her here.
Yes! She laughs with great joy.
This cool fresh air has been with
you always, through me.
These waves roll through my memory.
The blue of sea and sky
Are the colors of my being.
We’ll come here again, little one.
You show me your sacred places
And I’ll discover mine.

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