Time for Poetry

There is a time when families divide and begin to flow as rivers seeking their own direction.  Tributaries striking out with and against the current leading to the great ocean of life.  

The tide comes in bringing laughter, joy, love.  

Low tide brings tears, sadness, hate. 

 Scraps of what could have been litter the shore.  

A family member kneels beside a lone beach chair and remembers times of yesterday when the only thing that mattered was the touch of mother's hand.  

gramoo/2009