As I walked down the shore looking
at the sun disappear from my sight,
A tiny gift given by the sea catches my eye.
Is there laying on the damp sand getting hit
by the waves that arrive constantly.
As I pick it up I see the beautiful white
and brown patterns that flow along the shell
like waves flowing along the ocean,
A true natural masterpiece approximately the size of my thumb
I run my fingers along the delicate rough material,
feeling the spiky edges under my fingertips,
I admire the tiny cone-shaped shell.
I put it next to my ear remembering my mother’s words,
“If you listen closely you can hear the ocean
and the waves that caress the shore, and remember home”
I close my eyes and listen, saving the precious memory.
As the sun hides and the moon arises
I hold the tiny gift close to my chest
Trying to hold my home close to my heart.
A Gift Given By The Sea by Johanna is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 4.0 International License.