Waves Wash Over Me
When I was small, we would go to the beach. I remember the times that we had and the things that made us all happy. The thing that made me happiest of all was when the waves would wash over me
When I was a teen we would still go to beach, we didn't hang around as much as a family any more and there were boys, so many boys, and one boy in particular was there, this summer we felt the waves wash over us.
When I'm Seventeen it seems odd thinking that this will be my last year going to the beach with my family. Next year I will be be someplace with friends, I'm going off to college and so this year will be end of family vacations as we know it. Feeling kind of sad I lay down into the waves and allow them to wash over me. I'm feeling better when I see him and that summer to we found that the waves washed over us.
When I'm 19 I arrive at school, it is a big year for me and everything seems so new, that's when I see him, so we talked and remembered the times that the waves had washed over us. That night I drove out to the beach alone, the beach house locked down for the season but the water was there and as I remembered him and the feelings that we had the waves washed over me.
When I'm 22 it's only a few months from graduation, this is a whole new beginning for me, the wedding will be in a few weeks and we will start our life together him and me. That's when I find out that I am pregnant, this was not the plan. Again I go to the mother of the sea as I lay in the sand feeling the waves wash over me.
When I'm 23 our baby is stillborn, Glitch in the plan again, but we must move on him and me. We dive into our careers and don't mention the baby much. The family has asked that we come out to the beach house for the summer and we agree. So as was custom when I was a child we all talked about the events of the day when, my mother tells us that my father is dying, and that summer him and me didn't feel the waves washing over us it was just me. I went to the mother of the sea with my tears and my pain and once again she allowed the waves to wash over me.
When I'm 25, I am back home again this time for a funeral and it is cold and the wind coming off the sea makes it worse it's a biting cold and still the chill does not kill the pain. Less than a day from the time that we had buried my father. We found my mother as she appeared to be sleeping only with way to many pill bottles laying around her and then we buried her next to dad. It was a horrible ending to a great couple and loving parents. I'm by myself here, he didn't come home with me this time, too busy I think was her name. So i strip off all of my close to be closest to the mother of the sea and though she warned me with her cold winter winds, I once again laid down for the waves to wash over me.
When I came out of the coma they said that it had been hypohernia and that I was lucky to be alive and no there had been no visitors. I went home to an empty house and couldn't help but notice the waves of relief that washed over me.
When I'm 35 the divorce is final, he is living with his new girlfriend in the mid west someplace. I have decided to move into the beach house. With everything except our teeth sold in the divorce. I had some room to slide for a bit. Thinking of my options and knowing there are plenty I get into the boat just me and a bottle of Gin. I'm thinking of writing a book a romance novel. Life will be better without him. A big wave hits and over the side I go. I'm thinking of my life as the waves wash over me. As I feel my last breath leave me I see her the mother of the sea. She says to me that a novel would be nice but there's work to be done and she needs me.
When the papers got hold of the story it was all talk of suicide and of the tragedy and divorce of me. The mother of the sea was through, you know she just wanted to rest and enjoy lazy days by her child the sea. That's why she needed me was to be the breeze on her face. So when the cold wind blows you know that it's me "The Daughter of the Sea"