~ on the first anniversary of my father’s passing ~ June 3, 2017 ~
at the edge of a continent
sun kisses ocean and sky
mist rises clouds tumble
fine as the sands of time
sun kisses ocean and sky
windswept I stand
fine as the sands of time
ashes in my hands
windswept I stand
the waves before me
ashes in my hands
always of the earth
the waves before me
mist rises clouds tumble
always of the earth
at the edge of a continent
2017©Lindy Low Le Coq
Lindy Low LeCoq 
from Walt Whitman:
Nothing is ever really lost, or can be lost,
No birth, identity, form—no object of the world.
Nor life, nor force, nor any visible thing;
Appearance must not foil, nor shifted sphere confuse thy brain.
lovely — one of my favorite poets.
love it.
Thank you, Judi!
What a lovely tribute. Sorry for your loss.
Thank you for stopping by and commenting!
I felt very peaceful with your tribute. Beautifully written, Lindy. ❤
Thank you, Olga. It was a quiet moment for me.
Please erase this one. Typing error. Sorry.