Books are food for the mind. Poetry is food for the soul.

Walking across the sand,
I remember a time
filled with sunshine,
happiness,
and life.
But, those times have left me
to be replaced with sorrow,
rain,
and death.
Memories consume me
memories of many moves,
several deaths,
and worst of all, the divorce.
The days of mournful, gray skies,
Rain crushing my skin, freezing me up,
and worn faces filled with
pain
and suffering.
Walking across the sand,
I remember a time.