On the Mourning Tide The waves know nothing but for give and take, and the shifting of the tide. We are barefoot in the sand and sifting through the hourglass. It has been a year, and today we gave my mother to the sea. The sunrise was beautiful. Leave a Reply Cancel replyYour email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *Comment * Name * Email * Website Δ This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.