I have a photo of a day on the beach
A perfect day to remember
In case I need a reminder
That once I lived in the eye of providence
And everything made perfect sense
And you were so beautiful in that moment
As the waves played music on the sand
And you danced your quiet dance
With your daughter by your side
And laughter in your eyes
I have a photo of you finding sea shells
A sand dollar fit perfect in your hand
There were so many you got rich
And you put them in your basket
But you saved one to give to me
And you were so beautiful in that moment
And I was living in the eye of providence
And everything made perfect sense
As the waves played music on the sand
And you danced your quiet dance
With your mother by your side
And laughter in your eyes

Comments
Encounterd your blog on Greg's The Journal Of Henry David Thoreau. This is a lovely, lovely poem.
Posted by: Cathy Wilson | December 30, 2006 11:07 AM
Cathy,
Thank you so much.
Sincerely,
Tim
Posted by: Tim Burns | December 30, 2006 01:58 PM