Some memories refuse to leave, even when you burn, bury, or drown them. They linger in ash, sand, and salt—stubborn as ghosts.

Written in the early 1960s, this poem explores a mother’s connection to her youngest child through shifting seasons and quiet moments of reflection, lingering in love, identity, and loss across time.

A vivid portrait and reflection on a loved one’s passing, their steadfast support, tender moments, and wry wit as well as life’s brutal turns and often bitter end.

Is our fate etched upon us from afar or are we floating in an endless unreasoning dance of chance? This poem invites you to dwell in rather than resolve this ancient question.

Take a trip to the seaside in this brief evocative vignette filled with sites and sounds to invite you into a world of fleeting moments.