Visions On The Beach
by Patti Hall
I walked along the beach today, and there I saw them all;
including the latest lost: little Tiven, Tommy, Michaela & my Paul.
Grandma painted at her easel, set upon the dune.
Uncle Eddie bent in half, laughing like a loon,
Oliver growled and chased the birds, still thinking he's a dog,
Tiven gathered sand dollars, arranged them on a log.
Michaela watched a mermaid hit the waves with a fancy spin,
Tommy just looked on with his I-have-a-secret grin.
Paul gathered his beach finds in a pile to take home,
I walked along, bulging pockets, trying to memorize this poem.
I see that look in your eyes. You really think I'm crazy now--I know you do,
but if you walk the beach or woods you'll have a chance to see them too.
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Author's Note
Walking the beach, for hours at a time, the last 3+ years has been my saving grace.
Dedicated to those I've lost; always in my heart. Not published.
The lost six million have surrounded me my whole life, both my parents surviving Auschwitz without their families.
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What a cruel and beautiful world we live in. Just so hard to see the beauty through the pain sometimes. Thank you for reading and commenting, Gloria.
Nice work. Life is a tapestry. You're part of it, and they're part of it. And you won't get out of that.*
A moment - very direct and real. Good writing, Patti. Enjoyed the read.
Very powerful. *
Hey guys--Gary, Sam & Paul--thanks for your comments. I hesitated before sharing my family on this forum, but glad I did.
Well done. Keep walking. keep writing. *
Nice work. Heartfelt. Enjoyed this.
Ghosts on the beach. Oh, boy! Anyway, a good kind of crazy. *
Well done, Patti. Thanks for sharing.
Beate & Brian, thank you for the kind words. Jake, you need to walk on the beach more :) Thank you for reading!