Series Poem: "Tides of Memory"
"The Sandy Playground"
When I was young, the beach was my world,
Golden sands spread wide beneath the sun,
Grandpa’s laughter echoed with the waves,
Nonni’s stories danced with the tide.
In the mornings, we built castles tall,
Pink bucket hats and ice cream smiles,
The salt breeze tousled my hair,
As we roamed the shore, free and wild.
Grandpa's eyes sparkled with the sea's light,
Nonni's touch warm in the summer's glow,
Every shell and wave held a secret,
A treasure map of days long ago.
"Echoes of Goodbye"
Time swept on, and the tides changed course,
Grandparents’ stories faded with the years,
Grandpa’s chair stood empty on the porch,
Nonni’s voice a whisper through the tears.
The hurricanes took away familiar sights,
The local resturaunts’s lights dimmed low,
Yet in my heart, the beach remained,
A sanctuary where cherished memories grow.
I left the shores, but the waves remained,
A rhythm in my soul’s own song,
I carried their love in my heart,
And the beach’s embrace where I belong.
"Returning Home"
Now, as an adult, the beach calls again,
A familiar shore where my heart feels free,
I return to the sands that shaped my youth,
To the place where I’m meant to be.
I walk the paths once strolled with care,
Revisit old haunts, let the past flow,
With the sea's gentle murmur,
I find the echoes of the love I used to know.
The sunset’s glow is a familiar friend,
As I stand where I once began,
The tides of memory wash over me,
In the sand, I write a new plan.
The beach is a canvas of time and love,
Each wave a chapter, each breeze a rhyme,
From childhood's playful, golden days,
To adult reflections in shifting time.
Grandpa’s laughter, Nonni’s stories,
Mom’s guidance through the shifting tides,
They all remain in the whispering sea,
In the endless ebb of life’s grand ride.
In the rhythm of the waves and sand,
I find my place, where the past and present blend,
Where every tide and breeze recalls a memory,
And I walk in the echoes of love's gentle mend.
