Better Late Than Never

Waves crescendo into a mighty wisp,

crashing against the rocks.

Seagulls swoop and dive in a fury of anticipation.

But no sound.


Silent echos

of nothing.


Memories that stop.

Always dreaming, but never dreamt.

Prelude with no finale.

All being,

but never been.


No pain.


In a flurry,

a connection ignites,

Memories flood forward.

A tiny hand reaches through.

Mama, don’t let go.


I won’t, Baby Girl.



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