long time ago my mom and i were walking
along the shore collecting sea shells at one
of our favorite ocean spots.
she paused to pick up something,
i assumed another shell,
then turned to me and said,
"here g., this is for you."
i held out my hand and in it she placed
a tiny little beachstone shape like a heart on my palm. then she
closed her hand over mind and squeezed three times.
in my family that means, "i love you."
i still have that little heart,
and have since passed on this practice
of finding hearts to share
to m'babies.
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