This is one of the first ones I wrote (with a few embellishments), several years ago based on a sunny summer day at the beach when I got my mom to overcome her fear of water and ride a wave on the boogie board. It was accepted for pubilcation shortly before her death. She never got to read it.
Slowly she turned to face the water.
The waves were huge.
No swimming, the sign said.
She waded in, struggling against the current,
Her surfboard under her arm.
Chest deep in the water, she waited.
The moment had to be right.
On the horizon, a swell formed,
Bigger than the others.
It approached, furious,
Intent upon devouring her.
Salty mist blew upon her face,
The wave's breath.
Suddenly it bore down, and, picking her up,
It carried her forward.
She strove to master it,
The sun flashed a warning.
She fell and disappeared.
The wind moaned, yet was not sad
Because she had not been afraid.
She had not stayed on the beach.
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