The Shell

The smell of memories and joy, sea salt and happiness fill the air around me.
The waves crashing on the shore.
Uncertainties hitting me all at once.
A cave full of precious memories from the past, present, and soon the future.

It's the elegant patterns and the majestic shape that makes it truly special,
from the ocean shores of Fiji to a precious place called home.
As I gently touch my symbol of joy, the lumps and bumps of the memories it holds...
becomes the only thing on my mind.

That girl may sell sea shells, but mine is more special.
As I walk along the beach of braveness,
gently sinking back into time
I see the shell still lying there
but many more everywhere.

As special as life, the sign of peace on Earth.
The shell was once a home,
the shell reminds me of the man himself
as we all travel across the seas of loss,
forever he will be in our hearts.

When I soon lay in bed, the waves wash away,
but soon, the tide comes back in and I get showered in memories once again!