Mouth opened for the sky;
that’s the you who’s new, who I keep in mind.
Waves of our mothers and fathers flow by,
grazing our toes in this sand of wartime.
The tides have plundered the shoreline, leaving a reek of decay and iodine leaving a reek of decay and iodine and even the high art of a cerulean sky appears to be something strangely buoyant,
Linger on the words, let the impact of the emotive writings tingle through the screen to your fingertips to your heart. Find hope, find encouragement, strength to stand. You are worth all the love and joy!