She dreamt in color
She dreamt in light
Of the moon on the wavecaps
And the impression her feet make
In sand and seafoam.
And I dream of those footprints
And the light that filled them
The foam that took their shape
The shadows that became them.
And walk the beach under full moon light
Looking back at my own footprints
Trying to forget I just left them.
Watching them fill with shadow and seafoam
And wash into the waves,
Into the sea
To be shined upon by moonlight.
Trying to forget I just left them.
I can do that.
I know this is not what she set out to teach me, but I am grateful for the lesson about life, even if it cost my mother her own.
Adam Byrn Tritt 