Golden sand and rolling waves Gentle white caps Serene and peaceful No sign of the waves of tomorrow Waves that shoot for the sky Tossing surfers and surf boards Into the depths of currents Downwards Into sand and seaweed Signs of golden sand And rolling waves All but forgotten
Not only do I miss seeing my boys Charles and Matthew, I miss hearing their voices, feeling their hugs, their son-style pecks on my cheek, seeing their faces and having them home for our weekly family dinner. The spontaneity of our conversations that are filled with the seriousness of our lives, are also interspersed with…
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