Like the Sea

Standing on a sandy shore, a wave washes away my foundation

leaving perfect prints, for a while.

Like the wave, Mother appears for a moment to wrap

my toes in salty slippers of foam.

When the wave recedes, the footprints dissolve

and the foam blows away.

The slippers vanish but I await

another crash of sea

against sand.

Betty Bell Brown

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