You and the Beach

The breeze floats my way,

as I sit here on the bay.


I think of how much you'd love to be here.


When the time came for you to leave,

there was no warning before we took the plunge to grieve.


You're gone and still, the beach reminds me of you.


The sounds the waves make, 

I see you running from them as they break.


I hope you're eternally at the beach now.


I keep you in my mind, 

always remembering you were kind.



Your granddaughter

This poem is about: 
My family


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