Mermaid Dreams
My sweet daughter
I picture you playing
amongst the mermaids,
wearing a necklace of sea-shells
and white shiny pearls.
You loved the ocean
and even on your worse days
when the cancer had
taken away all your energy
you would have us carry you
down to the sandy beach.
You would sit watching the high tides
bouncing waves on the shore.
I often wondered what you thought
about as you sat there.
One day you turned to me and said,
"Wouldn’t it be great to be a mermaid?"
Memories of you as a small girl
reading the Little Mermaid stories
brought fresh tears to my eyes.
"What would you do if you were a mermaid?"
I asked.
So you told me how
you would swim far away to
find your prince and forever love
waiting on a distant shore.
Something that would never happen now
that your cancer was terminal.
Today with a heavy heart
I spread your ashes across those same waves.
My heart breaking with missing you.
“Swim my little mermaid swim,”
I whisper into the breeze.
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