At one with the beach
The tide does its thing
As the mudflats stretch out in the sun
She watches Salty run with Nauset
She sits and gently pats the sand
Into a random shape
Then sticks a feather in – somewhere on the side
And a few shells placed about – just sticking out
Her castle, The Sand
She loved the sand, flowing, touching, blending, changing, sweeping, panoramic
An artists eye, a potter’s hand, a mother’s love, a Bubbe’s patience.
She was so much to so many.
Like the sand, she flowed
In our lives
Like the dunes, she protected and sheltered
While freely forming new boundaries and patterns
Like the waves, she was fearless
And confident
And like the gentle waves, she was there to take care
That no one was thirsty
Intelligent, creative, fun, eccentric
Adventurous, bold, energetic
Righteous
Like the shells,
Imperfect and beautiful
Like the glow that brings magic to the water,
She caused color, light and beauty to be a part of our world.
She loved to watch the sun go “Bloop”
And to share her passion of the beach
