Claire V. Bogdanos

Of all the things I miss the most

Those lengthy walks along the coast

Where one tred beaches on the shore

And climbed small dunes there by the score.

Wandering amongst seagrass plumes

While ocean roar veils salty spumes

To laugh and play upon each wave

And treasure all the joy it gave.

But that was oh, so long ago

Before the accident you know

Since then the ocean is taboo

Like hilly roads and hiking too.

I find myself confined a bit

There are those places I can’t fit

I still savour life to the core

Just not the same as life before !