Her Beach
It had been fifty years
since she came to the island
and first walked
her beach
those years forgotten
but the place remembered
a lifetime of walks on this sandy stretch
the night’s tides bringing new shells each dawn
with sea breezes fresh on her face
rich odors of life and rotting death
shrieks of gulls and crash of breakers
and in nights past the Pleiades or
moon
low on the horizon
and now
through the dunes
that long ago received
the scattered ashes of her beloved
Bill
now forgotten
through those dunes one last time
her two sons - also forgotten
help her get to
her beach
remembered still
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Author:
Will Hiltz (
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- Comment from author about the poem: After I had left home, my mother moved to the Outer Banks, where she then lived out her life until dying of Alzheimer\\\'s.
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Good loving write.
Great write
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