CREATION

I STOOD OFF IN THE DISTANCE

WATCHING HER CREATIONS IN THE SAND

WITH UNWAVERING CONCENTRATION

AND THE PRECISION OF HER HANDS

EACH STROKE OF HER TINY SHOVEL

EACH  PILE OF SAND IN HER PAIL

AS WAVES CRASHED SILENTLY ABOUT HER

DETERMINED NOT TO FAIL

CREATING A HOUSE FOR MOMMY

AND A MUD PIE JUST FOR DAD

A CASTLE AND MOAT FOR HER BROTHER

YET HER FACE WAS SAD

THEN AS I DREW CLOSER

I SAW WRITTEN IN THE SAND

MY SISTERS GONE TO HEAVEN

UNDER TWO TINY TOUCHING HANDS

IF ONLY I COULD CREATE  FOR YOU

SWEET CHILD AT THE SHORE

A SANDCASTLE THAT WENT TO HEAVEN AND BACK

TO VISIT HER AT HEAVENS DOOR

BUT I AM JUST A MOTHER

WHO  ONCE HAD A  CHILD LIKE YOU

CREATING HER DREAMS IN THE OCEANS SANDS

BEFORE HER LIFE WAS SUDDENLY  THROUGH

AND SHE BUILT A SANDCASTLE TO HEAVEN

AND WALKED THROUGH HEAVENS  DOOR

AND FOR ONE INSTANT FLASH 

OF A SECOND IN TIME

THROUGH YOU

 I VISITED  WITH HER ONCE MORE

BY: PAM GALLO

DREAMER

JULY 2002