Seashell
By Chloe Haydel Brown
It sits there waves crashing down
No one picks it up
Because this pure white seashell has a missing piece, a missing part
The seashell sits there by the big blue sea,
so long, that the present becomes the past and the future becomes the present
Still no one picks the seashell up, this tiny white seashell with a missing piece, a missing part
The seashell sits there
She seems to be no value to anyone, this tiny white seashell with a missing piece, a missing part
But you have underestimated this small white seashell lying in the sand
She is rich with memories love crushed by death or unstoppable sadness,
she has also seen happy things, a girl with her grandmother and the joy and love that they share
or the power and glory of turning 17
she has also seen the small happiness, the small joy of finding a pretty shell
or a mother telling a daughter “I love you.”
So if you go out on the beach
and you find this small white seashell with a missing piece, a missing part,
know that you have underestimated this small white seashell with a missing piece, a missing part.
Take her home and she will tell you her story