Seascape
By Jean Bush
Oh, how you loved it, puppy,
When I first took you to the beach.
“Sit, stay, don’t dig the sand.”
I had so much to teach.
You barked and jumped and chased the crabs
And snapped at flying foam.
And fell asleep within my arms
As I gently walked you home.
We took long walks together,
As you splashed and jumped on me.
And the years and tides rolled into one
At our place beside the sea.
The dimming years would clutch my fears
As you unwound from life.
And I put you away and there you stay,
So far away from me.
The tide pulls back so slowly
As I weep on bended knee;
But I can feel you run forever
At our place beside the sea.
