We used to walk in these woods / together as a family, / all five of us. / Only a few steps in, / I would whine, / “My legs hurt. / Pick me up. / Carry me.

Out on an evening stroll / I stumble across a lonesome bench, / Worn out and faded, / Overlooking the gulf. / I sit and watch the water ripple and stare / At the moonlight’s reflection. / The waves climb along the rock shore , Splashing boulders and spraying me with / Mist.