Sea Shells

We held sea shells 
To our ears
And sat for hours
Nestled in the warm sun
Watching the ocean

These days
The sea is far, far away
And only your memory
Walks the sandy beaches

But in the old park
So very far from the shore
I sometimes sit
Listening
To those shells

While 
Every so often
Amidst the sound
Of the waves rolling in
I could almost swear
It’s your voice I hear
Calling my name
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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Babcock Avatar
May 26, 2011 at 9:25 AM
This is a wonderful write showing the sadness of losing someone who was special to you. Memories are precious . God Bless Phyl
Ann Avatar
May 25, 2011 at 8:11 PM
Sweet, bitter sweet!
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