Sea Shells

Sea shells...

wavy, grands of sand live inside your ear
I put my face beside your face
the sound of sea I long to hear....

The crashing tides of ocean
glisten on your back

My sons and I...pick you up and carry you home
we put you on our shelf
You are our trophy
of a very blessed day...

a day of togetheness
a day of love, laughter, and sea

seashell,
your coat
painted by God
shiny like marbles
yet, you are humble
lying quietly
waiting to be carried
to be placed on a shelf
and admired
as God's creation