Do you remember the lighthouse
where we stood by the edge of the sea,
our skirts billowing in the wind?
The taste of salty sea spray on our lips
watching moonbeams dance on water
We walked in the shallowness...
where waves break over the shore
as we squished white sand between our toes
Bound in sisterhood by unspoken words...
no need to be uttered
the virtues of silence
Each a small grain of sand
traveling through Eternity
Each a part of the other...
Sisters by the sea
Mary F. Charest
June 04, 2005