A SWEET MEMORY

A step into the unknown

My father used to tell me to take

a long walk on a short pier.

I thought he was trying to get rid of me.

I would walk away.

Hurt.

We weren’t close.

We never talked.

But maybe he was trying to share something with me.

His love of the sea.

He had been a Marine in World War II.

He could have been sharing with me in his awkward way.

His love of boats and the deep, blue sea.

Now when I look out at the ocean,

I think of him.

DREAM A LITTLE DREAM

DREAM A LITTLE DREAM

Dream a little dream.
An orange, red sun
Setting over the ocean.
A jagged cliff
Showcasing a lighthouse.
A light casting its glow,
While waiting for a ship.
Waves lapping at the rocks,
Trying to climb the steep fortress.
Clouds rolling in over the mountain,
Attempting to hide the light.
The sun slowly falling,
Losing some of its fire.
A ship appearing in the distance,
Seeking the lone light.
Its lights blinking in sequence.
The lighthouse signalling back.
All is well.
Dream well done.