Healing Poetry

Here is another poem for my readership. Thank you for the quiet encouragement!

The Wicked Waves

Some names are etched in stone

Some cemented on pavement

Some carved on a tree trunk

 

Ours were drawn in sand

Meant to be together for a short while

Washed away by wicked waves

 

I hope there was a heart around our names

If not, a plus sign in between

Or an ampersand joining us together

 

Does it matter what there was?

We were together even if for a short while

Till the wicked waves washed us away

Addendum:

My friend H, who lives half away around the world, was the first to read the above poem. She had this amazing philosophy to share after reading it:

I think over the years we accumulate memories…some good ones & some bad ones…and I think the people who add value to our life in any way…stay with us.

She wondered if the poem was about the boy from a long time ago and I replied that it was inspired by a recent loss. I just romanticized the aspect of loss as it made the most positive sense in my mind; it appealed to my senses as well. Like I already mentioned earlier, poetry is whimsical and it need not make any sense at all.