'Grandpa'--image from poetess' personal scrapbook
Poem submitted to “Beach” poetry contest, Rob Carmack, sponsor, April 26, 2026
Galveston beach and its gentle mornings glimmered through my girlhood, warm waves wrapping my ankles as I searched the sand for treasures~ smooth shells and shy sand dollars, . In the distance, my parents’ voice drifted~ the sea breeze carrying them easy and unhurried, as if time itself was softened by the sea. the salt-sweet air carried a type of comfort, the quiet kind that settled softly into my childhood bones~ a warmth brushed with sea-spray and sun-soaked breezes, the kind that tasted of tide-mist and felt like home on my skin. in a way, Galveston is home~ its tide once touching my great-grandfather’s boots as he arrived in America, hopeful and unanchored fresh from the old world, finding his first foothold in the new world. and I carry him with me still~ his courage like a quiet current beneath my days, his journey echoing in every shoreline breath, reminding me that I, too, am shaped by the sea that welcomed him.
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