Revisiting Treasures

March 30, 2020


When I was a little girl, first of four kids,

Mother and Dad took us to the beach.

Our father spent some time collecting

Six shells, nesting them securely.

He gave them to me

To keep.

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A lifetime later

on holiday

I collected shells of my own

Arranged them in a shadowbox

According to shape and color

Sunshine scallop at the center

Light at the heart of us


I’ve had more freedom from care

Than he did

I hope he knows how grateful I am

For his care

And how sorry

For charging him with



And now, now care he never dreamed of has shown up


I’m pleased to think

Both shell collections

Are safe with me

As are the memories and the desire

To hand things on to the next generation