Here's a poem I wrote for my mom's birthday. It's being put in a jar full of shells from the gulf. It's cheesy, but she'll like it...
A woman searched both day and night
To find a shell that was just right.
But cracked and worn, chipped and beat
Were all the shells beneath her feet.
Crashing of water onto the shore
Became a song, and even more
"Your heart and sou; are like these gems
that dress my ocean. Just like them
A heart can crack or parts wear away
And mold you to what you are today.
The missing pieces and edges broken
Become for others a brand new token.
The pearly shell you hold so tight
Is in another's hand tonight.
So, though we break and wear and scatter,
These parts don't vanish, so it doesn't matter.
What matters is that every test,
Each weathering wave brings us to our best."
A woman sat on her kitchen chair,
Sipping coffee, breathing fresh morning air,
And smiling at shells piled in a jar
Whose edges proved they had traveled far.
Missing pieces said, "I am strong and bold
With enough love for many more to hold."
She loves the beach, and she's the kind of person who turns every shitty experience into a lesson... so yep. Rough, but good for her.