I remember family reunions at Pismo Beach
with salt water colder than ice
and sand--oh that sand--
so warm being buried was a delight.
I remember being happy not so long ago,
but it feels like a distant memory
and I struggle to imagine
happiness as part of my story.
I remember my mother how she left
how I got to say goodbye and my glad tears
I remember every time I am with a friend
sharing memories and laughing
inside jokes, mishaps, and road trips
even daily life happenings.
I remember my children, more precious than gold,
treasures on the worst of days
giving me love that never gets old.
Memories warm and long ago,
making me cry and laugh,
beyond the price of gold.