One day, while on vacation, at Cape Cod,
with my wife and daughter,
it occurred to me that perhaps in all our lifetimes
we would never get back to Atlantic Ocean and the East Coast.
It was a stormy windy day,
with the cloud cover low and gray.
Our voices were whipped up and away.
Our disappointments heightened by the grey.
For we had come such a long way.
To face a tossed sea and waves pounding the bay.
My little girl jumped and capered away.
Not a bit disappointed by such a hard day.
I wanted to remember how much I loved her play.
I wanted her to remember something from today.
I wanted to give her a gift like no other.
A gift of love from her father.
A gift that she would remember.
Long past this time in mid-September.
So I thought of what lasted beyond our dreams.
The eons of time, the endless stream.
On vacation, back when my 28 year old daughter was
just eleven, we were standing on the shore of Cape Cod.
I told her to go down to the waters edge and pick out a small stone.
I said she would take that stone back with her,
we live on the west coast.
There she would keep it until the next time
we visited the ocean.
Can you figure out....why?
Written June 24th, 2004