My Special Seashell

I picked a sea shell as my Grandmother and I used to go to the beach.

My grandmother was like a calm ocean crashing on the sandy shore
She was a home for lost crabs
Her beautiful shell a star in the night sky
She was special
Softly landing on the sandy shore
Crash, bang, whoosh   
As she hit a rock
She is calm
Keeping me safe from danger on the glorious beach