Like sand at the beach

A poem honoring the last moments of a life season

Our family moves from the Seattle, Washington area to Salem, Oregon this week!

Yeah. That’s all I need to say about that. You get it.

Here’s a poem I wrote a few weeks ago. Thinking of you and any lasts and firsts emerging in this season of your story. Glad we’re in this together.

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lasts slip through my fingers
like sand at the beach
scrambling to collect
each moment as if i
can stop them from
falling back to earth

rocking on the front porch
while the breeze kisses
my arm and kids giggle

braiding her hair
as she gets ready
for her last days of
elementary

stacking boxes high
with memories
sadness
gratitude

feeling the sun
through the smudged
sliding glass door
on a sad day

kicking the soccer ball
back and forth with him
in the shaded side yard
knowing i’ll miss this
exact moment years from now

walking with him down
neighborhood trails
after work sharing stories
and wondering what’s next

today i snuggle into bed
with my favorite blanket
and smile over all the lasts

so damn grateful

even as my heart
makes room for
the firsts