Waves

A beautiful time in December,

She was in the twilight of her life,

Step by step going away,

And a bright light on her way,

Childhood to adulthood,

Motherhood to a Grany mood,

Lots of thunderstorms,

And a lot of rains,

Sitting on the sea shore,

And emotions are at their core,

Memories are coming together,

As waves are hugging each other,

As it touches the shiny sand,

And soak it as brown mud,

Wet floor with moving granules,

Feels like a losing zone,

Oh lord, such a beautiful time,

Oh lord, what thrilling zone,

Few moments with a bright smile,

And few are with a dark shine.