On Lamai Beach,
Sea breeze gently flowing
Through my golden locks.
Temperature is just right.
Mother's body ranges in color
From sandy green to crystalline torquoise.
Heineken in hand, toes
Covered in sand.
Music fades in and out of the speakers,
But the subdued tune of
Mother's waves never fails
To soothe the layers of
My existence.
My concerns are far from
Me at this moment,
As I've chosen to lay them aside
And purely enjoy
The path that is laid before
My feet.
Mother, take me there,
Bestowing grace upon
Me all the way.
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