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Climb over dunes covered in blooming succulents.
Just to remember back to the Easter eggs we never found
buried in the sand,
or the abalone we stole from the sea.
I made swimming pools for my dolls
out of those precious shells.
It was not until I grew older and farther away from the waves and the sand
That I realized
what the shells and the cool wind were worth to me.
If I could hold one of those lost shells to my ear
maybe I could hear my mother call my name again.
I bring my children to the sea
So when I am gone
The waves and the wind will remind them of me
And the happiness and the laughter we stole from the beach.