I took my baby to the beach
I walked her to the water
A million seashells in our reach
A day for Mom and daughter
A moment that had harkened back
To days spent in my youth
My Dad and I had quite the knack
Of finding hope and truth

How does one find but truth and hope
Within a simple shell
Well each one has the means to cope
Amid each ocean swell
A story that one can all but guess
That brought it here this day
But one I stand here to profess
Is profound in its way

Up against the ocean’s odds
The shell has bounced along
Its fate left only to the gods
Amid the currents’ strong
Yet here it stands within our hands
So perfect and pristine
Upon arrival to the lands
On water, crystalline

I took my daughter to the beach
A day of summer fun
Fond memories within my reach
Beneath the summer sun
For not just searching for the shells
But stopping to think too
Despite the many ocean swells
The seashell made it through

The day became a blessing
For my daughter to recall
The shell is but a lesson
Of survival for us all
A symbol of the will and might
We all hold deep inside
That carries us past every plight
To reach our shores in stride