Inspired by Elizabeth E Harper at Gifts of the Journey
http://giftsofthejourney.com/
I am posting this for Valentine's Day. I read Elizabeth's latest post, and wanted to share the last poem Jim wrote for me as we anticipated our trip to Wrightsville Beach in September, 2010. He had finished a major round of chemo and radiation for the brain cancer; he knew we did not have "the rest of our lives" as we hoped to have. And still he left me this wonderful gift.
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Having coffee at sunrise on the beach - Sept 11, 2010
At the Beach
The
surf rolls in and then retreats
Depositing
shells where sea and sand meet
We set
our chairs out on this beach
On the
moist sand beyond the surf's reach.
Gulls
fly by in a cloudless sky
Wheeling,
turning, their raucous cry
A day
at the beach, Celia and I
Relaxing,
enjoying, as time drifts by.
Tomorrow
is tomorrow and not here yet.
Yesterday
is past, with its memories set.
But I
have today my time to spend
On
this quiet beach with my best friend.
--James Blalock, August 2010
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