The Visit by the Shore
Dedicated to all mothers who are grieving
I wish that you could visit me. I'd take you to the
I'd walk along the beach with you. We'd run and splash and
We'd build a castle in the sand, we'd hug, we'd kiss, we'd
We'd gently hold each other's hands, and furtively we'd
We'd marvel at the majesty of nature's clouds and sky.
We'd celebrate the moment as the gulls and kites soared by.
We never tire of giggling, skipping, splashing through the
We'd watch a thundercloud roll in, with flashing over there.
The sun's return....a rainbow would remind us of his
The sun would slowly slip away, we'd sing a lullaby.
Our song, a soft sweet melody to welcome the evening sky.
Then shooting stars would welcome night, and I'd begin to
Long ago, I made a choice, my choice was you must die.
You had no voice to call to me, I couldn't hear your sigh.
Your Angel whispered in my ear, "BE NOT AFRAID," she said.
But I was so alone and scared, I heard the lie instead.
It was a dream...you aren't here. The beach is gray and
I start to sob, I wish and say, "I'd give my life....if
The sky is gray, I am alone, my soul is wracked with pain.
I'd give my life, if only I could make that choice again.
2002 Lillian Teresa D'Allaird