There once was an island which,
although the sands of time have
washed upon its sandy shores
still remains; a solid entity
in the midst of an ever-changing world.
On that island,
steady, as the wind
and ocean waves
beat down upon its back,
eroding it with every touch,
a man and woman of different lands
experienced a different change
and, into the hands of Love were clutched.
From their love another change arose.
as the island stood firmly beneath,
disregarding the flurry of time,
Rigid it stood,
but could not supress the wail
of the newborn that from their love prevailed.
And so, their lives forever changed
within this world confined
by time and age. And,
as the oceans waves suck
the sand of beaches in their depths,
so did the sands of time
run fast between their fingers.
But beneath their hands
time’s sands accumulated,
creating mountains of loving memory
that will forever remain.
For love can grow stronger with time and,
although the little girl grew with it,
grew with the overwhelming rapidity
that time brings to the most precious of moments,
the mother held her fast,
refusing to let her go,
and their love remained firm as
the island on which their love had grown.