On the shot glass – a greeting
Funny how two words bring torrents
Traveling there I see the expanse of bay beckon
The places we stayed, lived, laughed,
Collecting shells, sea creatures
with her – my little one
So inquisitive – eyes wide, glowing,
wheels turning, unafraid.
Then, a repeat performance with him,
A more daunting endeavor,
He, too, was fascinated,
How they loved the sand and water, dunes,
Friends, family all came to stay
A bigger family was created
A smaller family is the now
So, this land of Truro is the yin/ang, happy/sad
Sometimes more the sad and yet
We still go back there
The currents won’t cease. How can they?
Where is the Holy Grail to bring us peace?
Maybe it is Truro. Maybe it is yet to come.