Purple urchins tossed
Into seaweed mountains
Crushed by a wave
Sandy coins washed
Ashore under driftwood
Sculpted by the sea
Shards of blue porcelain
Chiseled over time
Piled by change
Castles of sea foam
Dance in ocean meadows
Vanquished by wind
Nature unleashed
Through powers unknown
So who sculpted me?
–Victoria Emmons, © 2014
How much is enough
To show her you care
How many times
must you weep
How much is enough
For a father to say
He loves his child
More than life itself
How much is enough
For a daughter to hear
That her papa is grieving
Her loss from his world
How much is enough
To tell her you love her
And kiss her brow
As tears wet her cheek
How much is enough
To say you regret
The pain and the prison
That one moment caused
How much is enough
For peace to restore
And pride to erase
The memory of a face
–Victoria Emmons, © 2014
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