On the Mourning Tide

Barbara Coatsworth and grandsons

The waves know nothing but for give and take, and the shifting of the tide. We are barefoot in the sand and sifting through the hourglass.

It has been a year, and today we gave my mother to the sea.

The sunrise was beautiful.

 

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