She would have blown out candles on the beach,
except the wind was far too strong for that.
The ice cream melted, but we ate our fill
of chocolate cake, and built sand walls
against the tide. I came home covered in salt,
peaceful and released; the sea tastes just like tears.
I guess that I was ready for the news.
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ReplyDeleteDear family friend. Peaceful close to a long life well lived. The day on the beach was so healing, even though it was all before I'd even heard.
DeleteThe candles, on the other hand, belonged to my vivacious eight-year-old daughter. Which little detail probably classifies the poem as simultaneously factually accurate and fictitious? =)