The Waves

The waves wash to shore gently
but they have power behind them
they come to shore day after day
with a simple elegance that can not be changed
it can not be replaced
nor can it ever be stopped
The waves are simply there
and they have been there
and they will be there for years
one little girl, small, holding her father’s hand
dipping her feet in the waves
the same girl, older, braver
swimming far out into the ocean
with a blue board to catch a wave
and to take it back to shore
the same girl, now much older
in a pink bikini wading in the water
an arm holds the bathing suit on
when the waves try to steal it away
The girl who gets out of the water
to work on a tan and to flirt with boys
And the same girl now really a woman
in a wedding dress, laughing, smiling
taking pictures with her new husband
now she has her own little girl
and the cycle starts yet again
a life with a backdrop of waves
and the waves never change
they are always there
following the same patterns