I walked alone.
the sand Soft and warm to my feet.
wanting a place to call home
as I made an existence upon the street
a tear rolled down my cheek
as I strolled that sandy beach
shaking head I could not speak
the words that I would say to him
I stopped my sojourn on the sand
to think so long and hard
and then on my shoulder I felt a hand
soft touch, a remembered experience
I turned a thing unreal
I had walked alone I thought
and yet saw something so real
that I could not deny
along the shore two sets of tracks
mine and some so close to surf
had I fallen thru the cracks?
or did someone watch over me?
and then I felt a mother's love
I knew I needn't walk alone
yet still I would just need a shove
to take that hand held out to me
I knew some day that hand I'd take
to travel home, to comfort at last
she touched my heart for my sake
not hers, just as a mother would
and so still walk along the sand
feeling her presence in my life
and waiting for her to take my hand
when darkness settles as I lay my head