Sand Dollar

[sangrefrio]

I wrote this one recently, and it's about my mother. She seems to find her way into my poems these days (including crinkles). I'm not sure what that means, but I think it's a good thing. She hasn't really been there before :DD

Sand Dollar

Sand dollar. I had never seen one before.

So we searched and searched

until we could find one.

My mother rolled her pants up

and stooped amid the seaweed

while I collected pebbles.

When she found, it was dead.

A shore, in Mexico.