I listen to the sea shell,
waves roaring in my ear. sounds,
of nature Mama calls them soothing
us both since it's near.

I love the sound of the
ocean, watching the waves rolling
in seagulls dancing amongst them,
trying to catch their meals within.

Sands on the shore are sparkling
waters reflecting like jewels
blue skies so bright overhead
not a cloud marring our view.

My seashell I take from
the beaches holding it for my
own. Listening with Mama of our
adventures, staying right by the shore.

I still have that seashell,
with me, and I see her
hands on it too. The love
I feel for this seashell was
a gift between us two.

Nature at her finest, shared with
those we love, here I discovered
the beauty of our seashore
in our warm home filled with
so much love.

Memories attached to this seashell.
Innocence, of that time stands still.
Images of our journeys, that were
tranquil. Wistfully wishing for them still,
unruffled times of my childhood.

Copyright 2001 ~ Gwenn A. Lewis ~