Shell Searching Wonder
Mymommie on the Beach
I watched her as she gazed below,
Slightly bend, somewhat wrinkled,
And squinting happiness and wonder so.
The Gulf it calls her, along the shore she wades.
Still smiling in each new wave of wonder,
Still finding awe in what's the oceans made.
Her scarf blew widely over her gray,
Her walk shows the years of age
But her face reflects wonder in this day.
How many times she's walked this beach,
From young adult to later shadows,
Yet today is the first, with wonder in her reach.
So the Gulf's timeless motion speaks a truth,
A secret in the face of this one wise,
In those where constant wonder holds their youth.
