She hands me tiny seashells
Plucked from
atop her pillowcase.
Together, we
visit the beach
That is in
her mind.
“I’ve never
done this before,” she confides.
I know.
Neither have
I.
At our
beach, the sun warms our bodies
As it
reflects off the sand.
We breathe
in the smell of the ocean
That fills
her room.
Through
tears she says, “I just want it all fixed.”
Me too.
I wish I had
a magic wand.
I'm tearing up right now. May you find more shells and miracles. I wish I could give you that wand you're looking for.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful ... touching.. and a magic wand to make it all better? To make cancer go away? I long for that.
ReplyDeleteI agree Melinda. I would love a magic wand that is the cure for cancer. At the time that I wrote this I wanted that wand to make Linda's wish to make it "all fixed" come true.
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